shopping???

Mama is pool shopping.
Trev's favorite thing is launching from the trampoline into the pool... and he just isn't going to be able to do it this year.  Without breaking a leg, anyway.
So!  Maddie is now officially big enough, and we can upgrade.

Oh.  You should see my backyard.  There is a reason everything is shot in macro. 
We are the Sanford & Son of backyards, friends.
A 14 foot trampoline.  Firepit.  Playhouse.  Two patios (one covered, one not).  Small pond with meditation spot. Veggie/cottage garden.  Swingset.  Numerous small (tiny, maybe) gardens and beds.  Huge compost pile.  One tiny sandbox.  Five fruit trees.

sigh.

 This dirt by the slide is where the pool was last year.

And now let's add a fifteen foot around, 42 inch high pool, shall we?

Let's.

Sandford and Son, I tell you.

easy-- like sunday mornin'

oof.  We're back - hale and hearty.  Evidently we had a round of stomach flu (or "the flus" as Maddie calls it) lined up for us.  What fun!  Personally, I was just glad that I had sparklified my bathroom the day before it was my turn (as no one wants to face an even slightly icky bathroom when they're retching)...
:)  Now aren't you glad you visited?

Life turned up sweet today.
Easy, breezy.... First thing this morning I headed outside and just stood around gazing and listening - soaking up the still and the quiet except for the birds' greetings.  I guess that set the tone for the day.

We tended to the children's bedrooms.  Tip top, now.

We piddled outside...

We visited the gardens to see what had happened while we weren't looking.

inside...

 sigh.  Not so long ago I was reading these beloved stories to him.

and throughout.

This is Maddie's little friend.

All is well here.

Family Day tomorrow - who knows what that means!  :)

See you then.

two days in May : passageways

well,
you know how it is.

 

sometimes you just get directed through.

like being unable to do anything but read the day away under a warm, friendly, cloudy sky
as the breeze comes sweeping though the everything.

like having the tummy flus,
and not understanding why one can't just will it away.

like enjoying the passageways,

and noticing some very lovely things,
 even though.

words

antagonist

relatively

parodize (as in parodied)

conjunction

complimentary

despair

behemoth

apparently

cameo

clever

remote
abyss

insignificant
horrifying

Does it just fill you with deliciousness when you hear your children using beautiful words in their regular conversations and observations?

sigh.
I so admire and appreciate these two little friends of mine.

John!... I'm only dancin'. [or] No Excuses. No Apologies

Do you ever just get....
"God!  I can't contain it!"?

It's madness,
and it's over-filled-ness
and it's incredibly

 blue skies!

and still-living green things!!

-indelibly-

 Hex

 geo power

 

and girl power

 alive!

And big

 Cadoo

in the bright, bright sunshine

And

 writing

maybe

 cloud forming

and 

cloud busting

so

 Western Tanager

much

 Thinking

more.

It looks like music played
-loud and proud into the backyard so's you can Hear it and feel it-

 

 foil dancers and crocodiles

and hangin' your Jolly Roger

-because you are Absolutely Part Pirate-

an' it looks like a chalkboard with pink and yellow markings

and finger painting with oils on canvas

 

and breakin' through

and rowdy anarchy
and even Ella
and Barbara
and Nat King Cole
and white linen at suppertime.

 

"Like black coffee....
like nicotine..."

Oh, everything.

I know,
it's Madness,

but still,
for me,
it just
Is.

And the dearest husband comes home
and listens
-aptly-
to the tales...
and smiles

and joins in.

An' it looks like two hours of
Private Conversation
with him, the best friend
-the babies are either asleep or Otherwise Occupied indoors-
(who knows?)
and a sigh upon a sigh
and This.

Because it's getting a bit cold,
and you're (I'm)
not quite ready
to say
"that's all, then."

It's
Ordinary
and knowing
that there IS no ordinary
as long as one appreciates,
and is willing to throw back one's head
and howl
and sing
and bang in time with the music
by the light of the moon.

And it is enough.

yup.
it is enough.

Oh, yes.
Happy is always
more than "Enough".


That's all, then.
Just that.
And no -
I offer no excuses.

may twenty-fourth

there's this

and there's this.

(that's another 1 1/4 in the last day.)

I'm despairing and feeling petulant and I don' wanna talk about it.
sniff.

weekend : living color

red.

yellow.

green.

blue.

brown.

pink.