Three years ago, the girls and I started nature journaling. What this looks like, for us, is gathering natural objects from our garden and walks; laying them all out over the table; and sketching and watercolor painting in our journals. We also write the names of plants and creatures and other items in French when we are inspired. Nature journaling is definitely about the process for us. We did it regularly for about two years and then got out of practice. Today we gathered around the table again, and I was so happy . . . even when Wallace started painting blue stripes all over his arms. I hope we will make space to nature journal all summer and into the fall. There’s nothing quite like the meditative space it inspires.
We woke up to rain and fog and went on a little adventure to Carolyn’s cut flower farm, to pick some of her spectacular peonies.
Late, full blooms. Marshmallow blossoms. Chubby toddler fists. Summer happiness.
Even in the fullness of these days,
especially in the fullness of these days,
I seek out my desk.
I seek out my desk and
I slip away to catch the light.
I turn around and find it, everywhere.
Even when the day is overcast,
the clouds are heavy,
my pants soaked from the long grasses,
my boots like puddles inside –
light like an abundant secret