well-crafted

Seriously?

Oh my god, this weather is killing me! After the long, dark, cold and soggy spring we had, this just seems like a cruel joke. It’s July 2nd for crying out loud! Which is exactly what I feel like doing—especially when I read things like this, this or this. Honestly, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

Last Day of School: Flowers for Teachers

I am so looking forward to this summer!

The healing properties of fresh air

Last week Lauren stayed home from school with a little fever and cough. She really needed to get extra rest but the weather was so beautiful it seemed a shame to stay inside in bed, so I let her lay down in the hammock. She brought out her pillow and our favorite blanket and she fell asleep for two hours. It was such a sweet and peaceful scene.

Elsewhere in the garden

These are also looking quite good right now.

And so it stays

For much of the year, I fantasize about cutting down the lilac tree in our back yard. The trunk and branches are so old and gnarly and really, the leaves aren’t very interesting throughout the summer. And it casts too much shade over what would otherwise be a perfect location for a vegetable garden. I think often and out loud of replacing it with a Japanese Maple, Honey Locust or Forest Pansy Redbud. But every spring, when we enjoy two weeks of spectacular, fragrant flowers, I decide it can stay. We currently have five vases of varying sizes holding lilacs throughout our home, making every room smell so very fresh.

Lilacs are nostalgic for me too. There was a row of them in the backyard of our house when I was a kid. We had a zipline running alongside this lilac “hedge” and I remember inhaling the smell as I flew through the air from one end to the other. 

And they’re so beautifully old-fashioned. They remind me of drying lines, doilies and ice tea.

It truly would be a shame to give them up.

Happy Easter

Spring bouquet

One thing I find very creatively satisfying is putting together a bouquet from things I find in my yard (which does not have a cutting garden). It’s especially exciting when at first glance the yard looks like mostly a bunch of soggy, gray nothing—which it most definitely does at this time of year. I usually focus on the colors and textures of leaves, grasses and branches. But sometimes, if I look closely, I can find the smallest bits here and there of purple Hellebores drooping downward, and the fiery young leaves of Spirea to nestle next to them. A few branches of baby willow, some Rhododendron leaves for contrast and delicate Pieris buds make it suddenly sort of breathtaking. Lauren and I had fun putting together this arrangement for her sharing day at school this morning. I made her a little guide with sketches and the names of each plant for her teacher to read to the class. After we brought it home, I just couldn’t stop admiring our work and had to take a few photos to share with you.

Welcoming Fall

Apple pie cooling on my counter. Made with the recipe from this book, using Newton Pippin apples bought this morning at our neighborhood Farmer’s Market. Daughter napping, husband and son playing soccer. Now that’s my idea of an October Saturday.