Friday, December 24, 2010

Twas the Night Before Christmas

And All Through The House


For The Holiday-2

Not a creature was stirring


Not Even a Mouse

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

When We All Get Together

Now that the fairy dust is settling
I'll update my blog with a few shots of our week with my parents
{who came a long way to be with us}
and some of our 4 generation family fun.

{ Although I probably should be dusting that fairy dust. }


Family Walk

Loving the Day

We Need each other

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Life's Pleasures

To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life

for which the consequences have already been paid.

~Robert Brault~


Do you know why grandchildren are always so full of energy?

They suck it out of their grandparents.

~Gene Perret~

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Friday, October 29, 2010

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010


These last few beautiful days of Autumn {while their Mommy has been busy with the newest member of their family}, our swing set has been a favorite spot for these two.

Leif has longed for the magic of swinging all by himself the way his brothers can. He has finally got it. This is a good thing {for all of us}!

They can spend hours.


The child amidst his play is learning the action of light,

motion, gravity, muscular force….

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Saturday, October 2, 2010

Boys Meet Girl

Lola Colette has her debut.


Thursday, September 30, 2010

Waiting For Baby Sister

So anxious to welcome our new

baby sister!

In the mean time though,

we'll just play and enjoy this magical Fall day.

Waiting to welcome a sister-2

Picnik collage-Leaves

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Food For Thought Friday

This is an amazing critique of the state of the American academy , by a 50 year Harvard Professor, Harvey Mansfield, in this interview on the Hoover Institute's
Uncommon Knowledge

(This interview makes a great case for classical education and great books study.)

"Statistically, Harvey Mansfield should be a raging liberal. He’s been at Harvard since 1949. In 2008, 93% of Harvard faculty political contributions were to Democrats. At Yale in the same year it was 94%. While it is no secret that America’s colleges and universities are bastions of liberalism, Harvey Mansfield in our latest episode discusses how that happened and the effect that it has on our society."

"One of the first casualties of the liberal stranglehold on the academy is a healthy emphasis on Western Civilization."

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

One more stop

I ended my afternoon with Heidi's boys at the local farm where we love to buy produce in the summer. They helped me pick out corn and other vegies to take home.


Friday, September 17, 2010

Boys at the Park

Slightly melancholy- ( let's just look at these flowers and see the ducks across the pond.)

Animated (all the ducks are gathering around now !)

Or - not having versus - having a bag of old bread ( handed to us ) to feed those same ducks.



Collage-Luke & Flowers

Boys on the Lake

Now this is more like it!! A feeding Frenzy!

Feeding the Ducks

Ducks are more interested now

Saturday, September 11, 2010


"I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry -- eating in late September." Gallway Kinnell, Blackberry Eating

Blackberry Summer

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Monday, September 6, 2010

Friday, September 3, 2010


"Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.

Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds go loose.

Command the last fruits that they shall be full;

give them another two more southerly days, press them on to fulfillment and drive

the last sweetness into the heavenly wine."

~Rainer Maria Rilke~


"Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,

The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth

And you walk under the red light of fall

The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain

The sharp, gentle chill of fall.

Here as we move into the shadows of autumn

The night that brings the morning of spring

Come to us, Lord of Harvest

Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ..."

Fall Grass

"By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With summer’s best of weather

And autumn’s best of cheer."

~Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885~


Thursday, August 26, 2010

Rudyard Kipling

There is a reason why Rudyard Kipling is considered a master of story-telling genius! I have been enjoying all his books this year, starting with Kim and progressing through The Jungle books, none of which I had ever read before. I loved them all. Now I've added one more. This excerpt from The Naulica (1891) is a sample from the latest one I just finished.
( My book is a small, red, leather-bound copy from 1909 -smooth and worn.)

And just to set the mood, this random photo from my France file. (since I've never been to India)

Old Church in France

Context....the protagonist has traveled to India (of course) attempting to rescue his lady-love and to search for a notorious, but fabulous necklace which he is told might be somewhere is in an abandoned, mysterious, walled city.

:: The shadows grew more distinct: he could see that he was standing with his face to some decayed tomb. Then his jaw fell, ( wow, is this the birth of that expression?) for without warning or presage, the red dawn shot up behind him, and there leaped out of the night the city of the dead. Tall-build, sharp-domed palaces, flashing to the color of blood, revealed the horror of the emptiness, and glared at the day that pierced them through and through.

:: The wind passed singing down the empty streets, and , finding none to answer, returned, chasing before it a muttering cloud of dust, which presently whirled itself into a little cyclone-funnel, and laid down with a sigh.

:: A screen of fretted marble lay on the dry grass, where it had fallen from some window above, and a geeko crawled over it to sun himself. Already the dawn flush had passed. The hot light was everywhere, and a kite had poised himself in the parched blue sky. The day, new-born, might have been as old as the city. It seemed to Tarvin that he and it were standing still to hear the centuries race by on the wings of the purposeless dust. [ ]

:: The silence of the place and the insolent nakedness of the empty way lay on him like a dead weight. For a long time he did not care to whistle, but rambled aimlessly from one wall to another, looking at the gigantic reservoirs, dry and neglected, the hollow guard-houses that studded the battlements, the time-riven arches that spanned the streets, and, above all, the carven tower with a shattered roof that sprang a hundred and fifty feet in the air.

From Heaven

From Heaven

For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless. O LORD Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Psalms 84:11-12

Every word of God is flawless; he is a shield to those
who take refuge in him.
Proverbs 30:5

Friday, August 20, 2010

Food For Thought Friday

Trying something new here.

Food for thought Friday #1

A very interesting interview on National Review's Uncommon Knowledge.
There are 5 segments to watch of this interview with Thomas Sowell ,
author of Dismantling America. When you get to their website just click on
the perma-link under each segment.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Happy Birthday~LEIF

Leif @ 4



In summer, the song sings itself.
~William Carlos Williams~

Saturday, August 7, 2010

White Flowers

To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music;
it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy,
than to attempt to fully understand.

~Henry T. Tuckerman~

White Flowers-2

White Flowers-3

Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings,

melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone

and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright,

and white ones become luminous,

shining like ghostly figures against a darkening

green background.

~Rosemary Verey, The Scented Garden, 1981~