I'm collecting. Collecting oxygen on runs, toys from the floor, voices and laughter from my children, music from my husband, veggies from the garden, stories to write, and friends to share it all with. Here is my collection.
Three on Thanksgiving
Pancakes for breakfast, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
with oranges at a picnic in the park. A chocolate cake with Lemon M’s
A spatula – very important. He scrambles eggs and flips pancakes regularly - tool of the trade.
A lettuce spinner – We eat greens from the garden near daily. He has a hard time picking without pulling the plants so his job is to spin the greens after washing.
Airplanes – Anything airplane.
Tools - Real tools that he can use. He hammered and hammered away making a tree house.
William has such character. We recently read about William the Conquerer and the Battle of Hastings. He quickly realized that Duke William was not a great guy. He made sure that every time I read his name in the story, I said, "Wilhelmet" instead of William. He is sure of himself and sure that
the world is at his fingertips. He is with us in whatever we are doing. Right
in the middle of it – Math time, reading time, maps must be fun to sprawl
across, cooking, feeding animals, writing, talking, making music, and building
fires. He wants jobs and they better be important.
He did have to share his birthday with an important holiday,
which is a start on sharing. We did cut his hair, but it is still awesome, especially
It was a craigslist find. Last summer, Amelia was hoping to add a few chickens to her menagerie. We did a little hunting on craigslist and made a few calls. When we finally found what we were looking for, we started discussing, with the friendly voice on the other end, where to meet. He suggested I bring the children and plan to stay. He thought it would be worth their time to check the place out. I didn't really register what he was talking about...
The next afternoon, George headed out with the kiddos to collect chickens. They stayed gone for quite sometime. Five hours later they returned with piles of stories and excitement galore. They had just visited Patrick's Hobo Camp. There was tomahawk throwing, archery, blowguns, rope tying, gardening, and supplies for whatever project you might want to try. In every direction, there was something to do and learn with clear directions on how to do it. Patrick was eager to teach it all to them.
I keep thinking of all the things to write, and then when there is a window to sit still and place fingers to keys - nothing. Nothing comes. The thought blob grows and grows and I don’t even know what chunk to start with. It’s like trying to start a new project, a new diet, a new workout plan, a new hobby, or a new habit. It feels like trying to play an instrument after not touching if for too many years. It is squeaky and choppy. But, I really don’t want to let another moment slip by — another opportunity, so here is my squeaky and choppy beginning… We are moving. After seven years in Tallahassee, our path clearly and surprisingly changed direction. We love adventure. We’ve always had crazy ideas and gone with them and they’ve all been wonderful, but this feels very different. Good? I’m going to say yes, even though it doesn’t always feel good right now. As we’ve grown a family and a farm and a cherished community, and completely rebuilt an old farm house that is simply a sweet place…
Amelia’s name means “to make right”. She lives into her name more than anyone I’ve ever met. She wakes up each day with an agenda to create and do and learn and live fully. She doesn’t want to waste a thing. She sees life as an absolute treasure. If she is sitting still, there is something in her hands which she is weaving (even banana peels), folding, carving, painting, twisting, or turning into something beautiful.
She hears and sees and feels the presence of birds all around her. If she could, she would incubate and hatch one of every bird egg she ever found and raise a flock of all birds that exist. She has been drawing and painting birds since she could hold a pencil and brush. She continues to paint beautiful birds.
She takes clay, leaves, bark, roots, ash, flower petals, mushrooms, or coffee grounds and figures out how to make rich colorful dyes. She dyes yarn and material and wool and keeps a detailed record of her colors and combinations.