Sunday, 20 May 2012


One friend asked me what kind of life I want to lead.
Another asked me if I like trouble.
Got me pondering and thinking and analysing.

In answer to your questions,
I like interesting.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Today I Am.....

....oh so excited to see my apple trees loaded with flower buds
 ....very thankful for green
....listening to this song repeatedly, and not really sure why
....completely lost on how to parent when my child snips the flower buds off a favourite plant in his anger
....enjoying the newest addition to our family
....scrubbing a thick layer of mud off the bottom of the tub after the boys bath every night
....breathing in the heady smell of the neighbour's mayday tree as often as I can
....eating avocado chocolate mousse and not feeling one bit guilty about it
....sneaking the one asparagus spear a day out of the garden before the boys get to it (and feeling guilty about it)
....listening to The BFG by Ronald Dahl in the car and enjoying it as much (if not more) than the boys
....oh so ready for this long weekend to begin

 Much love to you all today (and tomorrow too!)

Sunday, 13 May 2012

My Kind of Mother, My Kind of Day

This is my kind of Mother, and my kind of day.


(Today we were searching for water bugs, blue rocks, heart shaped rocks, and mud. I believe we were successful.)

Happiest Mothers day to all you wonderful mothers. 

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Ode to a Sister

Thousands of miles apart
Reflecting thoughts and bouncing images off clouds and keys and computer screens

Tell me...
Is it still courage if I have nothing to lose and everything to gain?

You must know
You also have everything to gain
You may stand before a mirror and not know who you are; but you are exactly who you have been waiting for.

Eloquence just drips from your fingers with different words than I. 

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Spring and I

I thought that Spring and I were at odds this year. 

No matched moods of excitement, birth, growth.
No unfurling of tender sprigs or sprouts reaching to the sun.

 restlessness, anger, uncertainty, selfishness, unnerving unsteadiness.

But I forgot.
  I forgot how fierce the winds are in spring, their energy necessary for spreading seeds and cleaning debris. 

I forgot.
 I forgot the moodiness, the flush of sun burnt skin 
soothed by the sweetest smelling rain
slapped by the heavy snows
One day. 

I forgot.
  I forgot how long a seed buried deep into the soil takes to make its way up to greet life.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

An Addition

He likes to sit and watch the rain.
And the birds.
I think he will fit in just fine around here.