a brown eared dogmouse if one stopped by · Friday · Hopie · summer · Windows of light

Family Friday

My sister and her fiancé came for Labor Day weekend. They stayed downstairs at my mum’s house. On Saturday my brother and his fiancé and an old family friend came for a cookout in the back yard.

On Sunday we had mum and my brother and sister and their respective fiancés over for a big spaghetti dinner.

None of which I managed to get one photo of. There is a not very good picture of our kitchen table the following morning. We pulled out the leaves to accommodate every one. We had a red and white checked tablecloth on it the night before…I always use that one for spaghetti as it reminds me of an old Italian restaurant.

Sunday afternoon Joe’s recliner was delivered! He is now able to join me in the living room and we have been watching Lark Rise to Candleford in the evening after dinner. We only watch one or two episodes because I like to make it last. I’ve never been one for binge watching though it is nice when I’m sick.

Monday we walked over to Crocker park and spent a couple hours lazing away the afternoon watching the clouds roll by, the sun glisten on the water, and the people passing by.

Quite a few ladies were marching past on some kind of a mission to get someplace quickly but our mission was to sit and do quite a lot of nothing at all…and we accomplished it with a certain ease.

We are going back this weekend to practice it again…we don’t want to get rusty at the art of doing nothing in the park on a Sunday afternoon.

Rose of Sharon are blooming everywhere. I’m not sure what happens where you live but here in New England they bloom at the end of summer. They are most usually pastel whites, pinks, and purples…sometimes a coral colour. This summer has been beastly hot and humid and I am relieved to see them in bloom. I love the season of Autumn the best.

Tonight I am going to babysit for my sweet little granddaughter, Abigail! I will probably end up spending the night as her parents won’t be back till late.

That means I’ll be able to see her in the morning as well…such a treat for me!

Next week you’ll have so many pictures of her sweetness!

Friday fave fives

a simple garden · summer · Windows of light

Autumn beeches

At the Montessori school were I am now teaching there is a giant old Beech tree in the playground. The toddlers like to be lifted up into the crook of it’s many trunks.

The beech nut seeds that drop look so pretty as they begin to open up. I’m sure the squirrels will be out gathering when the children are indoors and the playground is quiet.

When my husband was a boy he played in the many old copper Beeches that grew in his neighborhood

That was long ago and they have either fallen of their own accord or been cut down to make room for more houses.

At the Montessori where I am now a teacher of toddlers there is a giant old smooth skinned Beech in the playground. The children like to be lifted up into the crook of where it’s 4 or 5 trunks meet in the middle. There is a place for them to stand and make believe.

Little things Thursday

a simple garden · acres of sky · summer · Windows of light

The rhythm of a seed

Just beyond the wildflowers and grasses is the mouth of the harbour. Fishing boats and sailboats and some bigger boats than those pass by this little spot at Fort Sewell and have for centuries. Old Ironsides even sailed past one day slyly evading the British.

The flowers remain here at the water’s edge through it all though. Every year they rise up, scatter seed, and fall back down to earth.

Perhaps not the very largest of jobs and yet it’s important enough for a little flower and for me as I sit next to it and watch the evening settling over the Atlantic.

Little things thursday

our house · summer · Tucker · Windows of light


It wasn’t until early afternoon that the bed got made at our house on Saturday.

A soft, slow fog settled over the harbour in the night and didn’t truly clear away till sometime on Sunday.

The temps were a bit cooler than they have been but the humidity was high and it seemed like the perfect weekend for lazing about.

Honestly, we haven’t had much time for that since moving and it felt sweet to have no place to rush off to.

Gentle my home and gentle my spirit

Gift to me a pleasant and a simple day

Teach me to be mindful of a jar of sand dollars

And the sun casting shadows across the windowsill.

Make it pretty Monday

Home and garden Thursday