Saturday, October 3, 2015

Saturday nap

Sometimes the days are so busy, naptime becomes a relief.  I read through two chosen books and snug him in with his silkie.  A routine I have done thousands of times in my 23 years of motherhood.
I turn on the monitor, close the door softly and race off to whatever is calling my attention.

This day while peeking in on him the tender spot in my heart filled with love.  His pink cheeks so warm and sleepy...I just wanted to remember this moment forever! I realize to others he is just a boy, but to me?  A perfect little miracle child.

Friday, October 2, 2015

45 degree lunch


It's dark today with a cold misty rain.   Not a peanut butter and jelly kind of day.  It's a good feeling to be in the kitchen on days like this.  Much like curling up with a good book and a favorite blanket.  I'm reading The Visitors by Sally Beauman, it's about Egypt and I am enjoying it very much. But my book had to wait as the chilly house needed to be warmed with the smell of garlic and good food.

This is all very basic and I am not ashamed to say I eat some kind of version of this every week.  Today the base was quinoa, but it can be any kind of grain or carb...even a potato or a piece of flatbread.  After that is decided and cooking I chop as many vegetables as I can get.  Through the winter it will be anything in the crisper but now it is fun to pick through the garden and see what I find.  The garden is in a sorry state, I am picking the last of the vegetables. To make a heartier version you can also add canned beans or leftover winter squash. Or if you are like my husband and love cheese prepare as usual and instead of a bowl use a medium ramekin, top with a thick slice of cheese and toast it until it is all melty goodness.

quinoa cooked in a beef broth
green pepper
swiss chard

After that is combined and cooked in a skillet, I put it over the cooked quinoa and top with a spoonful of capers, fresh basil leaves and several thin ribbons of parmesan cheese.

And that is lunch here on a brisk New England day.  To make it even better Maggie is home and made gingersnaps.  It's officially fall!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

autumn trails

Now that October is upon us I am more determined than ever to trek around all the beautiful local trails I live near.  Today was a start.  We began at a state marked trail than somehow intertwined within a cross country ski resort.  Up and down and all around we put one foot in front of the other.  I tried to teach Sawyer about ferns.  I sang songs about them, made up poems and stories.  We chanted fern, fern, fern.  An hour after we arrived home I showed him a fern in the yard and asked him what it was.  I could see the smoke come out of his ears trying to remember the word fern.  Oh, you silly boy.

So much adventure on just the first day.  I can hardly wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

at the fair

There is something for everyone at the fair.  The fickle New England weather was very kind to us that day.  When the sun got a little warm big puffy clouds would roll by and shade us for just long enough.
 I always marvel at the animals at a fair.  Farms are such hard work on a daily basis to imagine trucking a few animals to a fair with all the food and supplies they will need.  Everything must be planned and organized and where to park and sleep and find everything and be timely and the animals must be beautiful and groomed.  It is tiring to think about.
This is a rather large fair and it took us most of the day to get through. It is always inspiring to see such a variety of things, the pride of craftsmanship.  All the year through people have been making things, growing things...I'm glad this is a tradition still thriving.  I am sure the pride of a blue ribbon still feels as good as it did 100 years ago.
All day our young farmer talked about the cows.  And the tractors.  And the train ride.  Such an exciting place if you are 3.  Or 43 for that matter.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

the chicks of summer

 This is the longest we have lived in the same house.  Two weeks after we were married all the traveling started.  Assignments for 1 year...2 years...3 years.  And now 23 years later here we are.  In a house that has held a child from birth through potty training.  Amazing! That is an accomplishment!
If we move eventually that is okay.  I think.  Looking back I can't believe we moved SO MUCH.  It seems so exhausting.  So ya.. I think I will take that back-- the last thing I want to do is move again.

Today is the perfect peak of summer.  We just got through several hot, humid days and now upon waking this morning the humidity has gone out to sea and we are left with the freshest, dry air.  It feels so cleansing after being sweaty so much.  The breeze is blowing and the sky has big, puffy white clouds.  It is my mother's birthday today.  I think back to all the birthdays she had while I was growing up.  It is so perfect that her birthday is in the middle of summer.  She is summer.  She always loved the humidity and the long days of sunlight. She is a night owl, my mother.  She never breaks the rules but when I was growing up she bent a few, that is certain.  Oh crazy little lady, happy happy birthday to you!
And happy happy summer day to the rest of you!

Monday, June 29, 2015


We went somewhere.  
Usually when we travel with our family I need a vacation from our vacation.  No matter if everything goes smoothly just the fact that there are so many people in our family makes it very easy to get worn out. I think this is the first time in years I came home feeling so relaxed.  Like cool as a cucumber.
I felt like I could conquer the world.  Is that normal when you feel relaxed? I dunno but I liked it.
We stayed in a lighthouse cottage perched on the edge of a craggy piece of shoreline jutting out into the Atlantic.  Oh, I loved it!  On sunny days it was serene and breathtaking with gulls and clams and beauty all around.  On rainy days it was so gray and dramatic.  I felt like an old sea wife staring out into the angry sea. It was just perfect.

It was nice to be somewhere that didn't have a to-do list.  No planting, mowing, painting.  Ahhh that is the life.  When it comes to vacation I am definitely not a cruise ship or resort kind of girl.  Give me a stack of books and an uninhabited piece of coast and I will be your best friend.  Though occasionally we do the resort stuff for the kids (insert headache here) and manage to have fun.

For the most part the younger kids were able to entertain themselves.  They did lots of investigative work amongst the rocks.  And of course there was the collection of rocks.  Buckets of rocks that painstakingly had to be sorted for the best and the rest put back.  We have a rock painting station set up in the porch.  Please note there are many good rock painting ideas on pinterest.  My favorite was the self portrait rocks. People are so clever.

 Ken and I both might have broken some personal reading records.  Lots of reading.  I am trying to continue the momentum but that darn to-do list keeps getting in the way.

June is winding down.  The newness of summer is wearing away.  We are approaching the real grunt work of summer.  The weeding- it will never stop.  But at least we have cold watermelon and the swimming hole.
I'm missing my blog friends...please say hello!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

sunshine on my shoulders

Springtime during my childhood seemed bright and sunny.  I’m sure there were gray March days and rain and slushy snow, but who wants to waste memory space remembering that? 

We are standing on the edge of spring right now.  We have signed up for baseball and track, our garden seeds are growing under their light upstairs in the spare room.  I feel as though it is like being perched on the end of the diving board afraid to take that first plunge of the season into the cold pool water below. 


The longer hours of daylight have been coaxing my indoor plants with such sweet rewards.





Lately as I plant seeds or stitch or write lists or make dinner I listen to my little guy and his imagination.

He has a very imaginative imagination.  Most everything has to do with a farmer and a train.  He makes my heart beat with such happy beats.  He makes every day his adventure and I am so grateful I am a part of it!