music:
a little melancholy soundtrack
food:
granola — sometimes with the chocolate, usually just with a cup of dried cherries and a big splash of vanilla.
baked falafel — minus onion, sadly, since my stomach can’t handle it.
…which in turn demands that I make these and something like this.
chocolate bundt cake, with coffee instead of water, of course. Of course!
books:
also:
fresh air + sunshine
resting
learning to be okay with how much gets done each day. It’s His day, anyway.
This photo, taken by my dad this past weekend, pretty much sums up the newly-developing facets of Beatrice’s personality. She’s a pip!
We laugh a lot around here. We also say, “Okay, guys, enough sillies for now, please,” a lot, too.
Their imaginations enthrall me. Jameson couldn’t say enough about what an amazing job William did at playing goalie — probably as good as the Bruins’ goalie, so he said. William agreed, of course.
A very, very busy weekend began Thursday afternoon and came to a close this evening. I put exhausted and utterly happy children to bed early, watered wilting plants and vacuumed ignored floors, and found a slice of sunshine in our yard in which to take a deep sigh. Breeze, long June-evening sun, birds, faint country music drifting from a neighbor’s yard, green and endless blue: It was a lovely end to a lovely, busy week.
*****
The book on my chair was a Mother’s Day gift from my mother, Open Heart — Open Home. I’m a bit more than halfway through, and I’m simply loving it. If you want to be taught or challenged or reinvigorated in hospitality — sharing our very lives with one another, and watching the Lord do amazing things in that context — I highly recommend getting your hands on this book. Thanks, Mama!
Every great once in awhile, we wake up to what feels like a truly blank-slate-of-a-day. It’s such a treat.
Today, we ate pancakes and bacon for breakfast. I quickly realized, as I watched my kids eat, that I can just skip the pancakes next time and simply serve fruit and bacon. A little puddle of maple syrup from the Moulton’s in which to dip the bacon, and they’re in heaven. In fact, I’m sure Beatrice wonders why I even waste time on pancake-related efforts.
I hummed “Tradition” as I cooked, and decided they would love listening to it. Of course, they then wanted to know all about it. Somehow that conversation led all the way to Corrie ten Boom, and an opportunity to share with them the reality of wickedness and sin, and the power of the Holy Spirit in such darkness.
We tore up carpet in my bedroom, in an effort to further prepare it for the installation of wood flooring. The boys worked cheerfully alongside me, and I was happy to be able to do something to help Ryan’s load in this current renovation. Jameson kept saying, “Isn’t this fun, Mom? Isn’t this going fast?” What a blessing that little guy is! He just loves to tackle a project.
The afternoon and evening were spent having a big family dinner, and then attending Camilla’s high school graduation. Eight out of nine of us — done. Crazy. And knowing that in eleven years Jameson will take his turn? Even crazier.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
the girls
the haze of spring’s green appears on the trees
Beatrice’s first “real” visit to a playground — she couldn’t get there fast enough!
wrapping up our first grade book work outside
taking a break from riding
sheriff william, keeping an eye on the neighborhood
mother’s day with my boys
