forgetting to take a breath

i've just visited the greenhouse. it's early evening. keith has taken eamon to a movie. it's our last night together and tomorrow we take eamon back to st. john's. i picked basil and a few peppers and the only ripe little tomatoes to take in with us. the stillness of the moment poured over me and into me. for the past 2 weeks - with lots of family visiting. with the busyness in my head preparing for next week in woody point, i think i had forgotten to breathe...

getting all my ducks in a row

the next 10 days will be incredibly busy. corner brook farmer's market tomorrow. sunday we drive into st. john's to take eamon home and will return on tuesday evening. wednesday morning i drive up to woody point in gros morne. the west coast craft collective will be having an exhibition/sale in the heritage theatre building in conjunction with the woody point writer's festival from aug. 12th to aug.16th so i'll be staying up there with barb in her bolero for the duration. what i need to do today is plan.

fragrant

when someone receives an island sweet skein of yarn in the mail i want it to be a delightfully sensual experience. the colours of the yarn, the softness of the wool, and the smell. so i include a hand made sachet made of vintage fabric and lavender. i'm harvesting my lavender now...

those long summer days of childhood

we all remember how long summer was when we were children. the days were endless. flowed with energy and activity. sun and rain. and at the end of 2 months you returned to school hardly recognizing your classmates (or yourself) because everyone had grown and changed. yesterday was one of those days for eamon. we spent the afternoon and evening in gillams on the north shore at robyn's (robyn and her children live in nyc during the winter and gillams in the summer). we sat in the livingroom and knit and chatted (and in the evening robyn hosted knit night). a ribbon of children (her's, eamon, the neighbourhood) twisted and turned and dove around us. in and out of the house. into the woods, down to the beach. a summer day that would never end.

garden update

the garden has been neglected these past few weeks with all the family around. just brief visits. but it's all happening. my daily salads include lettuce and chives and basil and tomatoes (cherry size) and cucumbers (the slice like butter) and yesterday my first green pepper. the greenhouse has been a huge success and will extend the growing season well into september.

what 9 year olds like to do

every summer my grandson (who lives in st. john's) visits us for a few weeks (he's been doing this since he was 4). and every year is different. he is now 9, and 9 year olds mostly want to be with other children. and then any activity is fun. this year there is a new level of maturity too (as you can see in the photo). he doesn't need as much "care". i know there will be a time when he doesn't want to leave his buddies in the summer to visit with his grandparents, and because of this i know that each visit is incredibly precious. we're hoping that starting next summer lucy will be ready to stay with us on her own, and then finn...

starry night

we spent our first overnight at the cabin last night. we had eamon with us so beach combing and swimming and fishing and reading and card playing. dark cove all to ourselves. during the night keith and i both got up to pee. we stood outside on the deck. the wind wild and the stars thick to the horizon. the big dipper large and low. a shooting star.
this is the 2nd anniversary of my blog. it's become a record of what i cherish in my life.