Wednesday, July 31

Lots to think, see and do.














Days are full. As per usual. But good. And the great weather is a big help. If only I could get really caught up on sleep...but then I wouldn't be getting caught up on the house, the studio, the garden. And I really love the projects I have going on right now! Namely:


  1. Lots and lots of cloth baby books in the works, with moveable parts!! I just came from working on the hippopotamus's teeth, the alligators jaws, and the Stellar's Jay's wings. They will eventually be in my shop.
  2. Moving all the wonderful compost/soil from the 'old' garden area to the various beds so I can clear all that space for a playyard. More on that later.
  3. Weeding. Watching the butterflies. Planning for next year.
  4. I cut a hole in the wall between two downstairs rooms in between the studs and am framing it out with a lovely arch (like in our old kitchen). It's ostensibly for improved airflow and more light, but I really did it so I could scoot through it like I was 6.
  5. A nice shade of gray paint is awaiting application to a hallway downstairs. I've never used gray paint before but I needed to bring in a soft neutral to support all the vibrant colors we have going on our walls.


I have a book fresh from the library for after Cedar goes down tonight. And the hummingbird is about two feet away from my face on the other side of the window feeder. The house is quiet. I wish I could take out my brain for a little while, give it a good rinse, a little shake, and set it on a soft pillow for a while. (Is that weird?) It's a bit burnt out from the everyday doing.


I generally take a stroll to refresh myself. That seems to help. And drinking water. What works for you?



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Monday, July 29

morning tea and levitation





I still have lots to share from our canadian holiday, but couldn't resist sharing these two shots I took this morning on this beautiful day ~ 72* and crisply sunny. Does it get any better?

xo Brooke




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Friday, July 26

Back-diving off the canoe








It was Tim's first time and he was a little confused about where to throw his weight. Hahaha! We had a good inspection of these pictures my sister took and figured out how to streamline his approach next year. It is such a fun thing to do and I haven't done it in over 10 years. The body never forgets!



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Tuesday, July 23

A bit more





















Last week at the cabin. Enjoying the pleasure of letting go and living in another person's space. Bare feet on licheny shore rocks, looking for crayfish and slapping at mosquitos. The slickness of fish scales as Tim caught and released sunnies. Soft dusky colors as the setting sun turned the lake into black diamonds. Canadian money. Daisies and Queen-Anne's Lace, memories, mothballs and cast iron pans. Swimming and getting chilled and then scooting one's bathing suit off to hang it on the line under one's towel and then heading across the pine needles to take a shower. Taco night. Leopard frogs plopping cannily away just before getting sighted. Leaving the cell phone off. Not having Internet. Not even writing anything down in my journal.


This week at home. The plants' growth boom due to the excessive rain ~ the tomatoes falling over, the barrels bursting with rosemary, the flowers falling off blooms and laying underneath like tiny colorful dropped hankies. Cedar picking his first blueberries and wild raspberries off of our bushes. Rainstorms and lightning at bedtime, luxurious! A rainy powerwalk for me, with Indi very protestingly accompanying me with his backpack on. A big yogurt container full of berries picked in the downpour, fielding dripping fuzzy thorns and then seeing Tim, whilst leaning out the second story window, yell to me "She had a boy!" (Spending some time after that thinking how, princess or pauper, we all have to get through childbirth to meet that baby.) Cool showers after very sweaty, dirt-painted afternoons. Trying to catch up. I don't think I will ever be.


But I'm okay with that.

xo Brooke



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Friday, July 19

a week's holiday




























I don't think I have ever worried less about packing. Having spent the last year with a baby, troubleshooting and winging things every day, made me conscious of how little I really need and how fun it can be to improvise.


Cedar learned to walk at the cabin. Oh yes, the last evening. Five wobbly steps which he has now polished into a quick tempo shuffle. But he still crawls mostly.


The week was good, very good. My sister and brother in law and their 3 littles were there nearby as well, just a swim from our dock to theirs. There was rain and sun and loons. Cherries. Indigo falling off the dock. Cedar falling off the dock (all was well). Mosquitos, reading, the smell of the lake weeds, pine needles on the paths, the inevitable bickering before dinner as hunger strikes after a day of sun and northern air and then the comradely bliss of satiation. Meals cooked in the sweet small kitchen presided over by that beautiful unusable cast iron stove. Then showers, cotton flannel sheets for the chilly evenings, stepping quietly so as not to wake Cedar in his alcove, and early to bed with a book.




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