Yesterday morning, we dressed early in anticipation of our boots crossing the first frosty crunch of the year.  They did not.  By the light of a flashlight the night before I plucked all the tomatoes green, yellow, red, or otherwise and peppers the same, just in case.  All that remains is the flowers, winter squash, some straggler carrots and onions, and our new batch of lettuce-y greens.

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And look, we are not the only ones who think our flowers have something special.  They are officially world champions.  

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But it turns out up here on this hill we get to stretch out summer right until the very end. The equinox is upon us very soon, and with it comes the overwhelming last hurrah from mother nature. My absolute favorite. She is decked out in gold and purple like its her coronation, and her costumes do not cease to amaze. We are storing up her sights in the root cellars of our soul; Saving these sweet, crunchy moments for the coldest of days which are surely upon us.

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enjoy your weekend.  breathe deeply in this autumn air.  


a whole lot of noise

His moves just can’t be denied, our boy has a passion for dance.  Though is confidence keeps him behind the curtain for a crowd when it is just the five of us, or in the structure of his class, he moves to the music and you can feel the joy shoot out from those jazz hands.  He loves it.  Yesterday he started his first only tap class, previously he had been in a mixed dance class with very little kids, and oh my the excitement.  Onto the big room coated in mirrors!  Girls in their tutus! “Big” kids!  He laced up his shoes with pride, took note of the classy outfits and scampered off  on to the shiny, slippery floor.  He lined up with a seriousness I haven’t seen from him in his five years.  Of course my heart burst with pride at his bravery.  The kid did all right too.  And as only a mama can, I pumped him up with compliments that floated him all the way home.  We decided our new bamboo floors lining our craft room (so its been officially deemed) can now double as a tapping room, rather than banishing him to the concrete basement to let those feet fly.  I haven’t broken the news yet, but I am quite sure it will be greeted with a whole lot of noise.

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Wish me luck.

garden magician

Look, my mama’s garden is made of pure magic.  (Pardon the photo overload, but its worth it, I promise)

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Coming home from the jungle that it is, helped me see the possibilities in my own little (big) patch.  The perennials around here are plentiful but very much untamed and the sketches and dreams are now in the works. Of course, my mothers expertise is greatly influencing, and her hard work even more so.  Each time she comes up she spends time weeding and arranging and discussing grand plans with me, which I love so very much.  I perused her magazines and she assisted me in my very first bulb order, which I can see them popping up through a long snow already.  The boys and I trimmed back all we could see yesterday, hoping to make the spring clean up less intense when those little crocuses show their faces.  I also trimmed back a shrub till it looked like a topiaried doctor suess tree, and it left me yelping for my mama to come back.  These skills take time.  Yes they do.

There is nothing quite like grandparents.  Both for the mama’s and the papa’s and of course for the little ones around us.  


Having help both there and then here is immensely refreshing and so very relazing, but after a few weeks out of our normal life, it feels good to be back to us.  

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{this moment} ~ A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

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heading on home

After a good long trip “down south” to the seashore, I am feeling quite ready to seem my house on a hill.  Of all my rentals across this big old country of ours, I am yet to truly miss one the way I am missing this house of our own.  It feels quite different to know that something is truly yours.  My little boys and Iare also beginning to crave a little certainty in our days, some sort of rhythm to our weeks.  And after some familial support, some really good, home cooked meals (not by me) and lots of help in our everyday, it feels good to be heading on back.  I feel ready.  Of course, I am taking my mother with me, so the transition will be smooth and graceful, but still… stepping foot inside my garden, seeing my home, hugging my husband… I just can’t wait.

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a good hearty dose of the sea changes everything