Last week was abnormally busy. Beautiful Luke came and got to be the big kid and run amok with Fenner. Luke is the youngest of four and, I may be wrong here, but I think he may be the most determined, solid and gentle little person I've ever met.
He kept Fenner on the go and she kept him from jumping off of cliffs. I appreciated that.
I am inspired by my Mom's philosophy of providing simple and creative toys and tools that are mostly found in daily life for kids to explore and experiment with. Her home has always been full of toys that belong to a bigger life - Egg cartons, tin foil, drums out of containers. When she does buy toys, they are toys that grow with the beasts.
Clearly Liz has been inspired as well because when I came back from my run on Tuesday this is what I found. A drumming circle, babies, and a blissed out Grandfather. It was almost good enough to muffle my bitterness at how sleek my sister looks 4 months after having a baby...almost.
|Marching to the Beat of our own Drums|
She and Fenner really solidified their friendship over art, nature and lichen. We're still trying to figure out what this kind of lichen is but we've been hunting Umbilicaria all over the place. I've been coming up here since I was born and have never once seen the leafy sprigs until Steph pointed out the sheets of Umblicaria Americana out.
Now, she and I see lichen everywhere.
|Orange and Mysterious|
A rhythm of a sort has come to pass; the beat of the morning with it's coffee and visits to Grandparents and neighbours, chores, swimming, lunch, nap, swimming, chores, dinner, clean up, stories, and bed.
Life is simpler when you don't fight it.