a letter to my children | summer portraits weeks 26 – 35
Dearest children, We are now several weeks into our school year and have been reading oodles of fables together lately, samples from the more familiar Aesop’s Fables to India’s Jataka Tales to West African Folklore, and while the characters and
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground. ― Christina Rossetti olive | your heart is full of laughter, especially when your father is swinging from a tree limb. blythe | watering the large oak, you
There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. ― Wendell Berry, Given olive | every evening you come outside with me, to pick pests off the plants and to water them. this
When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow. ― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet olive | I actually took this image of you in April, as you hopped
There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, everyone of them sufficient. ― Marilynne Robinson olive | your laugh is deep and rich, the sort that stems from your belly and echoes a room. God knew I needed
“Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.” ― Pablo Neruda olive | The Monarch butterfly on our front porch emerged from its chrysalis this week. We all gathered around watching it occasionally spread its
olive | You seem to be shifting daily, looking less and less little each day. You’ve been sleeping later this week, some days until mid-morning, an indication you might be growing or working harder to
olive | For Mother’s Day, you hugged me and said, “mom, I love that you are always kind to me and never feist me.” “Do you mean fight?” I asked. “No,” you assured me. “I
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olive| You found a turtle in our backyard this week and named him Wonder Kay Douglass. Wonder–for the way you said he must think about the world, and Kay after your middle name. You asked