Long days. Long grasses. Water that glistens in the warm sun.
A crackling fire and so many stars.
Little flowers everywhere, and birds singing with all their heart.
Everything is glowing.
Freckled skin slowly browning and occasionally a light glowing pink.
Hair growing lighter by the day, tangled, washed in lake water and dried by the sun.
How is it still June? It feels like so much time has passed.
I am exhausted and elated.
This is summer.
prints above:
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teacher gifts:
This cranberry ginger granola, bug spray from this book, these bottles, these labels, with this paper on top of the jars, chocolate. Then jars spray painted white, tied with string, and filled with flowers.
Last week I found a new home for our remaining chickens. We had one rooster and one hen left. There are so many things that need attention around here in this short season... it feels wonderful to be able to put "building a new chicken coop" at the end of the list. Although I was sad to see them go (we have never had such a non aggressive rooster before), It was quite a relief to have one less thing on the "to-do" list for this summer.
Then two days after the chickens left... my daughter found a little lost kitten. ahem. down two pets. add one. hmm. It is so sweet, and so fluffy, and so little (and SO flea infested). I put up signs and am still hopeful we will find the owners. My daughters hope we don't find the owners. When I printed the signs they argued that we should only put up one sign and take it down after two days. Oh, these girls. I get it. Kittens are so sweet. It is sleeping at the base of my chair at this very moment. A fluffy little black and white ball.
My kids are at a great age for a kitten. They are taking such good care of it. They have even been helping me tackle the fleas. They all stand around ready to do their part as I wash it with dish soap and then pick out the fleas with a tiny comb. Some of them even take a turn flea picking.
I think that this summer... this "kitten experience"... will forever be engrained in their hearts.
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