16 May 2013
12 May 2013
A poem for Mother's Day
I am large in my skin
I make no apology
This belly grew a baby
Why should it be flat?
It curves with the memory of the womb.
These breasts fed a baby
Why should they be pert?
They swell with the memory of milk.
These hips carried a child
Why should they be slim?
They are full with the memory of life.
My bones are secret under flesh
My skin plump and white and fine
Mine is the face of Botticelli
Mine is the water of the Nile
Mine is the shape of things forbidden
Daughter of Gaia, grown beautiful and wild.
~ Lorri Barrier
I make no apology
This belly grew a baby
Why should it be flat?
It curves with the memory of the womb.
These breasts fed a baby
Why should they be pert?
They swell with the memory of milk.
These hips carried a child
Why should they be slim?
They are full with the memory of life.
My bones are secret under flesh
My skin plump and white and fine
Mine is the face of Botticelli
Mine is the water of the Nile
Mine is the shape of things forbidden
Daughter of Gaia, grown beautiful and wild.
~ Lorri Barrier
11 May 2013
Time in the Yard
Looking out over our domain
She's slightly unimpressed
A snake skin by the front porch
The pile of dirt where Greg dug out the foundation to the well house, Sam spends hours there.
Terrorizing the birds at the feeders
One of our guineas, well, one of the guineas that adopted us.
Sam chasing the guineas
Peace offering
Busy at work in another mud pile
10 May 2013
A weekend in Wildwood
A few weeks ago we made the trip home to Wildwood. No particular reason, just feeling like it was time to head home again.
I was able to go through my grandmother (Honey)'s bookshelf, the one that held all her sewing and craft books. This one was very special to me in particular. I've just started embroidering, something I didn't think anyone in my family did much of. Finding this book of hers, almost 25 years after her death, with her handwriting and her notes on projects brought me to tears. I feel very blessed that this book and a bit of her was there for me to enjoy.
One of the quilts Honey made. This is a favorite of mine, as my first quilt was the same pattern, Grandmother's Flower Garden. My hexagons were around 1" all around, whereas Honey's are probably 1/2". I never finished my quilt, but I'm hoping to find inspiration here.
Willa asleep under another quilt that Honey made, in the bedroom I slept in when I would visit her as a child.
Visiting a family graveyard at Sarah's Chapel down the road from our house. Family, distant relatives, complete strangers are buried here. Sam and Greg below, looking at some of the tombstones. I found graves here dating from the early 1800's, some others have soldiers killed during the first World War, and some graves are from the 2010's.
The is the grave of my great grandmother and grandfather, Honey's parents. I never knew Worth, but Minnie was my 'Grandmother'. I have great memories of being at Grandmother's house, fixing lunches together (tomato soup and vegetarian bacon sandwiches), playing with the dolls she had, and hearing stories about her brothers.
On the road back from Sarah's Chapel, heading down to our end of it.
Almost back at our house there was a familiar sight in Grandaddy's turnip patch.
This is Klondike, Dad's old billy goat. Apparently he's developed a taste for Grandaddy's turnip greens. He finds it hard to resist the temptation, even though he has to escape from the pasture across the road at the barn to get to those greens.
He and Dad have a unique relationship. I've seen Dad ride this billy goat on numerous occasions, both he and the goat get a big kick out of it. However, Grandaddy doesn't appreciate the goat eating all his greens, so Dad's had to take a heavier hand where Grandaddy's garden is concerned.
Klondike is familiar with this, and knows what is good for him. After hearing Dad's voice in the garden it took Klondike around a minute to cross the road, clear the fence and hightail it back to the barn.
Some souvenirs from our trip. Sam decided to touch the woodstove at Mom and Dad's. He's been warned about it many times, but took the chance anyway when left alone with it. It took a few days for the blisters to heal but I believe the lesson has been learned.
He also found a red permanent marker that was a bit more fun.
Willa's second tooth finally made an appearance, two weeks after the first one. Sam's teeth always followed this pattern, so I guess her's might also.
Aunt Rie was cleaning out her tool shed and decided to pass along Honey's old bicycle. It's a ten speed Schwinn from probably 30 years ago, heavy as can be and in great condition. I'm looking forward to some relaxing rides on this one.
One of the quilts Honey made. This is a favorite of mine, as my first quilt was the same pattern, Grandmother's Flower Garden. My hexagons were around 1" all around, whereas Honey's are probably 1/2". I never finished my quilt, but I'm hoping to find inspiration here.
Willa asleep under another quilt that Honey made, in the bedroom I slept in when I would visit her as a child.
Visiting a family graveyard at Sarah's Chapel down the road from our house. Family, distant relatives, complete strangers are buried here. Sam and Greg below, looking at some of the tombstones. I found graves here dating from the early 1800's, some others have soldiers killed during the first World War, and some graves are from the 2010's.
The is the grave of my great grandmother and grandfather, Honey's parents. I never knew Worth, but Minnie was my 'Grandmother'. I have great memories of being at Grandmother's house, fixing lunches together (tomato soup and vegetarian bacon sandwiches), playing with the dolls she had, and hearing stories about her brothers.
On the road back from Sarah's Chapel, heading down to our end of it.
Almost back at our house there was a familiar sight in Grandaddy's turnip patch.
He and Dad have a unique relationship. I've seen Dad ride this billy goat on numerous occasions, both he and the goat get a big kick out of it. However, Grandaddy doesn't appreciate the goat eating all his greens, so Dad's had to take a heavier hand where Grandaddy's garden is concerned.
Klondike is familiar with this, and knows what is good for him. After hearing Dad's voice in the garden it took Klondike around a minute to cross the road, clear the fence and hightail it back to the barn.
Some souvenirs from our trip. Sam decided to touch the woodstove at Mom and Dad's. He's been warned about it many times, but took the chance anyway when left alone with it. It took a few days for the blisters to heal but I believe the lesson has been learned.
He also found a red permanent marker that was a bit more fun.
Willa's second tooth finally made an appearance, two weeks after the first one. Sam's teeth always followed this pattern, so I guess her's might also.
Aunt Rie was cleaning out her tool shed and decided to pass along Honey's old bicycle. It's a ten speed Schwinn from probably 30 years ago, heavy as can be and in great condition. I'm looking forward to some relaxing rides on this one.
08 May 2013
07 May 2013
Waiting
Hmmm, seem to be having some trouble with the blog today. The last few times I've tried to upload photos Blogger won't process the upload. Have some pictures ready and waiting, hope to get them up soon.
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