Moments of Summer

Bees.  Honey Bees.  Pollinating like crazy.  Thank you, bees.
Bees. Honey Bees. Pollinating like crazy. Thank you, bees.
Poppies.  A whole whack of poppies in our compost pile.  Volunteering wildly.  I don't mind.
Poppies.  A whole whack of poppies in our compost pile.  Volunteering wildly.  I don’t mind.
Drawing.  A daily Draw, Swap, Colour between Yula and I for the month of August.
Drawing. A daily Draw, Swap, Colour between Yula and I for the month of August.  More sharing to come of this awesome collaboration.
Scapes.  Unfurled and standing tall.  Letting us know that it's time to harvest the garlic.
Scapes. Unfurled and standing tall. Letting us know that it’s time to harvest the garlic.
Breakfast.  Shared meal with visiting friends in The Little Bungalow That Could. Renovations began as we ate and it's been a messy, morphing home-front scene ever since.
Breakfast.  Shared meal with visiting friends in The Little Bungalow That Could. Renovations began as we ate and it’s been a messy, morphing home-front scene ever since.
Our village for a weekend. Friends sold their farm in New Hampshire, custom built their wicked home on wheels (aka "Molly") and hit the travellin' road. We loved being one of their first stops on their epic adventure! Molly left with hand forged custom window hardware!  Follow their travels: Free to Roam.
Our village for a weekend. Friends sold their farm in New Hampshire, custom built their wicked home on wheels (aka “Molly”) and hit the travellin’ road. We loved being one of their first stops on their epic adventure! Molly left with hand forged custom window hardware!  Follow their travels: Free to Roam.
Powerful free-ranging garden pixie picking herself some peas.  Green Arrow Shelling Peas to be precise.  She hasn't slept through the night once in the 17 months since she arrived.  Not even close.  She's amazing...and so am I.  I must remember to pat myself on the back more often.
Powerful free-ranging garden pixie picking herself some peas. Green Arrow Shelling Peas to be precise. What this photo doesn’t necessarily reveal is that she hasn’t slept through the night once in the 17 months since she arrived. Not even close. She’s amazing…and so am I. I must remember to pat myself on the back more often.
Testing the scaffolding as her more cautious big sis stands by.
Testing the scaffolding as her more cautious big sis stands by.
Liv's feet.  Saw horse.
Liv’s feet. Saw horse.  Getting a feel for the addition.  
Chickens. We said goodbye to our beloved, eclectic flock of laying hens and our Rooster named Pasta.  Here they go, en route to their new home with our dear friends at Hilltop Homestead.
Chickens. We said goodbye to our beloved, eclectic flock of laying hens and our Rooster named Pasta. Here they go, en route to their new home with our dear friends at Hilltop Homestead.  Thank you, chickens, for your lively company, all the eggs you laid and all the discovery opportunities along the way.
Cousins.  Here they go running through the field, leading us into a magical afternoon of children-led performances in Grandma's enchanted forest.
Cousins. Here they go running through the field, leading us into a magical afternoon of children-led performances in Grandma’s enchanted forest.


Hands and Berries

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Wild strawberries along the trail in June.
Wild strawberries along the trail in June.
First low-bush blueberries off our field at the beginning of August.
First low-bush blueberries off our field at the beginning of August.

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Feeding the sandy handed little birds berries on the beach while setting up camp.
Feeding the sandy-handed little birds berries on the beach while setting up camp.
10/16: I read something recently about if you think you need to speed up then slow down.  Good freakin' idea.  I watched with wonder as she picked and ate her blackberry breakfast from the lowest branches, and I sipped my morning tea.  Then my tea was gone and I followed her lead.  Turns out this mug (made by our delightful friend Suzanne Babineau), piled high, holds two cups of blackberries.  These two cups that didn't fit in our satisfied bellies will find their way into some baking on a blustery winter's day.
Sept 16.  I read something recently about if you think you need to speed up then slow down. Good freakin’ idea. I watched with wonder as she picked and ate her blackberry breakfast from the lowest branches, and I sipped my morning tea. Then my tea was gone and I followed her lead. Turns out this mug (made by our delightful friend Suzanne Babineau), piled high, holds two cups of blackberries. These two cups that didn’t fit in our satisfied bellies will find their way into some baking on a blustery winter’s day.