and have our being.
Good morning friends, a beautiful day has dawned bright and fair. I am putting my feet up after cleaning the kitchen. This morning I made a pancake breakfast for David, Caleb, Seth, and Sarah Joy. David said, as he ate his second big ‘cake, that I made The Best Pancakes and I said, “I used your Grandma’s recipe, you know”.
There are candles flickering yellow, and the dishwasher is humming.
Little Seth is climbing up into the recliner to snuggle up close.
Today Grace has a follow up appointment for her fractured finger, and this afternoon the boys have dentist appointments, so I thought I would use some time this morning to post some pictures from the weekend (and yesterday)….these early summer days are utterly inspiring with their beauty. It’s so good to be outdoors with the trees, flowers, and grasses turning brilliant green.
I draped the camera with a kitchen towel to take a picture of the children’s melting chalk drawings, in a pouring rain, the colors swirled and Sarah was sad.
joys of childhood (watching with a mama’s heart, content)
playing jacks (with fresh, new chalk drawings)
an old wooden crate planted to bachelor buttons~
David was silently mouthing “help” to me. He is at the age when any display of affection toward himself is embarrassing.
Jacob and Ethan
under the pine trees
I was thrilled to discover this pink flowering bush hiding behind the other trees down at the pond. It is about 10 feet tall and must have bloomed every summer since we moved here without me ever noticing…….(how?)…..a happy surprise.
I recognized the blossoms from Grandma’s garden but looked it up in a flower book just to be sure; it’s a PINXTER FLOWER; pink azalea
“This much-branched shrub is especially showy in flower. It is relatively tolerant of dry sites and can be transplanted into wild shrub gardens.”
Jack-in-the-pulpit, or Indian Turnip
These aremgrowing in the forest. I’ve always been amused by them, probably because they have such a personality as preacher-men.
See? Here is “Jack” in his pulpit. Is anyone listening? All the other flowers in the forest, perhaps?
“Because of needle-like calcium oxalate crystals and perhaps other acrid substances in the swollen, underground stem, it is peppery to the taste and causes a strong burning reaction if eaten raw; this unpleasant property can be eliminated by cooking. Native Americans gathered the fleshy corms for food.”
This was growing up straight and tall in the middle of a group of ferns. When I touched it I was surprised by how dry and “scrubby” it felt.
Seth has been spending a lot of time silently walking around and around the ponds, trying to catch bull frogs. When he caught this one he brought it to show us, holding it high over his head with a grin and yelling, “Praise the Lord!”
Millions of toad tadpoles in our pond.
My beautiful son all tired out from the very best of activities; running wild in the great outdoors.
Our window-shelf of nature books.
“I wonder if anything will be–can be–any more beautiful than this,” murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom “home” must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.” Anne of the Island, LM Montgomery
Have a wonderful day, my friends. Look around you at all the interesting things in this world, there is much to see.
You are loved.