Friday, July 15, 2016


Occasionally I stumble upon a vignette and my mind takes a photograph.  I want those photos to stay in my heart forever (and a day).  I love it when my kids are being kids, when nature abounds in all its glory, or even when I see the chippy picket fence down the street.  Usually my camera isn't in hand or I hesitate too long to run and grab it, but as hard as it feels sometimes, I am learning to appreciate the moment.  We snap so many photos within our lives, no more precious film to waste to help us determine if the picture is actually worth it.  Everything is a picture now!  When I upload pictures it is hard to even delete the outtakes, sometimes even years later they are greatly appreciated.

I remember seeing this picture and thinking "Oh Henry..."  (That really is a worn out phrase around here.)  I didn't even doubt  that one is one for the cutting room floor.  Luckily I kept it and can hopefully save it for his wedding :)

I print some pictures, but gone are the days when I carefully wrote the location and date on each one and put it in an album.  Now here I am in 2016 with an occasional printed picture and thousands sitting in hard drives, memory cards, back up websites.  But my favorite will always be the pictures in my heart. Hope you are making summer memories today.

Friday, July 1, 2016

In June

In June we finished school with a cheer and a smile.  We clipped as many peonies as we could and brought them in the house.  Some of us ran races and played in baseball games, and some of us watched.  We all planted things and pulled weeds and hauled watering cans.  We went to book sales and book stores and the library.  We read quietly and we read out loud.  We stacked books on our nightstands, we read at breakfast and sometimes we even offered to share the hammock to read outside.  This is when I realize the stress of the school year has worn off and my kids become carefree friends again.  One of our older hens once again graciously sat on someone else eggs for 28 days, only this time they were from a duck...she doesn't realize they aren't chicks and the ducklings don't realize she isn't a duck.  Four of us went to swim lessons every morning.  Every. Morning.   We went to see big brother working at the golf course and rode golf carts for a couple hours taking in all the views of the mountain.  We went to Vermont to see the biggest sister's house.  This is where the youngest child asked me who is the mother of the oldest child.  I am you silly goose!  We were entertained by the best magic show yet.  We went to parties and ate yummy foods.  We stayed up late to see the full moon and catch fireflies in our pjs.  We had ice cream two days in a row. We woke early and swam in the sea, sigh.  Each day of June we filled with prayers of hope and gratitude.  We  watched the days unfold and then we watched them fade away into the dark of night.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

green and gray and blue

     I love the ocean during the day but I especially love it during the early morning hours when the sun is barely rising and the air is gray and sleepy.  I selfishly feel like it belongs to me during that short window of time--the quiet right before the lobster boats chug out of the harbor and the sea gulls screech to them. Soon after that the world awakens and the quiet disappears with the morning mist. 
*Happy day wishes to you and yours*

Monday, May 23, 2016

every single time

One would think after four+ decades of life the transition of winter to spring would seem a little ordinary and matter of fact.  But no...oh gosh it's amazing!  Every single year things grow and birds sing and it is all so beautiful.  I would never feel this way if it wasn't for The Long Winter (both the actual physical thing and the book...)  The winter is full of its own chore lists and I get so wound into it-- I kind of try not to think about the beach and mowing and gentle, warm breezes. If my mind is clear and focused and I am feeling grateful watching the spring emerge can make me cry.  I live in a place where there are so many trees and hilly, mountainous roads.  Plants pop up everywhere, everything it seems has a flower- even if it's just for a moment. There is green everywhere. Light green, dark green, pine green, yellow-green, emerald, olive, and 100 more.  People announce their appreciation by putting potted pansies out, often just a small pot on the doorstep,  perhaps doing their part in aiding mother nature. Or maybe it is just scratching that itch of planting and waiting for picnics and just being outdoors.  Either way potted pansies are just the thing.

After driving by Orchard House all winter and seeing it so stark against the hillside I often have the urge to wave like its an old friend.  Now it is beaming with lilacs and lily of the valley and so many pansies smiling up.  I had to stop and breathe it in.  Sawyer knows I love this section of road, he knows I love Orchard House.  But I don't think he quite understands why.  And do I?  Neither of us question it.  So sometimes we stop and I take 40 pictures and we get back in the car and go on our way.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

fancy free

 We have had mighty winds lately, they whistle through the corners of the house and impress us as they whip against us as we venture outside. They add drama to even a simple trip down the driveway to get the mail.  Though it is still snowing occasionally I feel as though winter is through.  Looks like we made it. {again}
 The days here have been well spent.  My husband has retired and started a new job.  We also started an auction company.  We recently had our third auction, each one has been a learning experience and it is most definitely exhausting but it is great fun all rolled into one. My husband has had auctioneer dreams since childhood, he went to auctioneering school 10 years ago.  We merged that with our love of antiques and history and now we have a business. {boom!}
 This morning is sunny and the blank slate is filling up.  It is a satisfying way to start the day to type a few words as the crows are crowing outside and the teapot whistles.  {happy}

Monday, March 28, 2016

Greetings to Spring

The grass has the faintest hint of green peeking through.  That fresh new green that seems vulnerable but gutsy enough to seek the sunlight.  The spring here in New Hampshire isn't as springy as other places we have lived.  In fact the last few years we have still had a substantial amount of snow on the ground in late March.  To have a real, outdoor Easter egg hunt yesterday seemed like the best treat.  The older kids were happy to fill the eggs with treats and hide them outside.  The younger kids were thrilled to find them...and I was a happy mother watching it all.  I ran behind Sawyer with a few hidden eggs in my pocket to set near him when he wasn't looking. He is still three and being the youngest of the bunch I am finding it hard to let him grow up and be as rough and tough as he wants to be.  He is usually 50% mud puddle and 50% dirt pile.
There is abounding  good in my life, I love the cusp of spring.  All the winter plans are about to be set into action.  Hope you have a "spring" in your step, too.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

The Sugar Maple

Nearly 200 years ago someone planted two sugar maple trees when our house was built. I can easily imagine the holes being dug and the saplings carefully placed.  They knew how much and when to water, those saplings really took off and grew steadily for so many years.  One tree was lost before we moved here, the stump is still visible.

The remaining tree was magnificent.  It was so real to me, I fell in love with it!  Like a person!  It was so historical...witnessing all the marvels of time.  I know I am not alone in this as my son Henry admits he has many tree friends.  Henry is a good friend to trees and people.

So as you can see above the tree had to come down.  Every bit of wind would take down a branch.  It was getting dangerous, even though it had cables running within it to kind of keep it together.

I watched as they took it down.  I felt some relief as I didn't realize how much I thought about it falling on the house.  Time sure changes things.  I wonder if someone said to the person who planted it if they thought it was too close to the house.  "Oh well, we won't have to worry about that...not for like 200 years"  Then they went in and had a good laugh about what it would be like in the 2000's.
It's okay they least we are smart about some things, like running water and electricity. We are lucky people to have showers built right into our houses with hot water even!