Or, to put it simply, a Yarn Along. Why don't you join in, too? The Rhythm of Family: Discovering a Sense of Wonder through the Seasons - meh. I read Amanda's blog somewhat regularly but I just couldn't get through this book. Truthfully, I can't get through any of her books, but I found the last one to have a few projects I wouldn't mind doing "one day." All three books have been deemed "library reads" for me, as opposed to" must purchase this book" reads. Anyway, back to this book. I ... continue reading...
A Virtuous Kitten
Meet kitty. Kitty was here only a short while. It was discovered that our dog is just too good in that which she has been bred: hunting. To avoid ripped up floors or doors and the unspeakable "other" tragedy, Kitty went back to the farm where she came from. It was a long, 10 minute ride full of sobs and tears in a van filled with broken hearts. And when it was over. And as we pulled out of the driveway - sobs long since subsided at seeing the happy reunion between kitten and mama cat and ... continue reading...
a bouquet
"Mommy," she said, handing me the carefully arranged boquet, "there are some things I just don't get." I took the boquet from her and put them in a jar with water. "Like how people can call things like buttercups and dandelions and clover weeds, when they are just so beautiful." even in the discarded: epiphanies of beauty ... continue reading...
Finding the Rainbow
I'm purging pictures. We've been gone awhile, and I forgot my card reader at home. So I'm here now. At home, looking back through the pictures. And laughing. And rolling my eyes. And wondering why my kids won't look at the camera anymore? Pictures of the back of heads aren't just for blogging - they're all I have. And then I saw this picture and almost deleted it. What was I thinking taking a picture of the top of the apartment building? What camera setting was I experimenting with? ... continue reading...
Quiet Moments
There is a sweet brotherly bond amidst this tangled mess. Its hard to see in the jumbled heap of legs and legos, hands and books, barefeet and pillows and blankets - but its there. They've always been close. But now the older one can offer something new: a story. Favorite stories sprawled around them - on the floor, stacked on the bookcase, stuffed under their pillows. The camera click captures the epiphany, but interrupts their revelry. In the same instant they leap from whatever quiet ... continue reading...
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