Batman and Maggie looking at craters on the moon. She’s wearing my corduroy shirt ‘cause it’s been chilly in the evenings here in Vermont. The BEST kind of evenings!
A daily ritual in July, deadheading all the day lilies. These gardening clogs are still spattered with Falu red that we used when we painted gazillion lengths of exterior siding to save money. Also, the toe of the left clog was chomped by porcupines who set up life in our woodshed for a few weeks. #countryliving
Harvested yesterday, with help from small girls, garlic drying on the front porch.
Corázon and Wilma, snuggling in the room of requirement.
Wilma, who was gifted a handmade necklace, made by little hands.
After quiet Covid summers, our “bit of earth” is alive with visitors again…friends and family, tucked in like sardines at night and gathered around the table with both leaves added to the dining table. “Pull up a chair, sit next to me, please pass the salt and pepper!” Arriving in waves and overlapping with one another, it’s been a celebration of love and connection.
Which brings me to ease. The kitchen is running full tilt, the toys get picked up in the evening, shoes are kicked off in the breezeway and there are so many books to read “again”. There’s intergenerational laughter, some tears when feelings get frayed, things to harvest in the garden and wildflowers to pick in the meadow. Plans get made and then are adjusted or changed altogether…depending on the weather or moods or disruption of naps. But we all try to roll with it. Because that’s what this time of year is all about. Ignoring the big wide world and just dropping in to the current of the day with beloved ones. Easing together into days we will all remember once we’ve said good-bye to one another.
Wishing you ease, dearest readers…days that roll out from the morning, into midday and into the quiet of evening, when you fall into bed tired and happy.
xo