outdoors

for the weekend | an outing to the garden shop
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save
the last of fall
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, An eternity in an hour. {william blake} ——————————————————— I’m thankful for
camping, the gift of wilderness
“I love cooking in nature,” Liam tells me. He tosses the scrambled eggs around the pan gently with a fork. He’s carefully improvising the spatula I have forgotten. Nearby, two trees cradle Olive and her
all in a weekend
  Rest and be thankful. ― William Wordsworth Sometimes I think about the early days of our family, when we’d harness babies to our bodies and walk without aim, just to be together. To be. Sometimes
relief
I’m in the kitchen and can hear the tears. I follow their sounds and find Olive crumpled at the feet of the stairs, folded into her arms sobbing. I sit down beside her knowing these
a brief mid-day hike
I noticed my shirt was inside out while brushing my teeth the other day and realized this is how life feels right now: the same shape and design only with all the frayed threads exposed.
spilled milk | experience
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ― John Muir I often wonder what you all will remember
when spring comes
Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into winter coats. Maybe we needed an event to share with
only once
Things never happen the same way twice. ― C.S. Lewis The morning is slow, rare for us on any day, especially on a Saturday. Mark has left town for the weekend and the kids and I