new rhythm + feeling festive

Since daycare officially ended a few weeks ago, I find our days have a new rhythm to them; slower; less frantic.  The kids have been getting along better and I often find them reading a book together or laughing hysterically at each other’s antics.  It’s good.

Yesterday I used the hot glue gun to attach cedar to cardboard wreath templates.  As I was explaining the importance of not touching the tip to avoid burning yourself to Poppy, I promptly burnt my thumb.  She gasped, kissed it, and asked if I would like a band aid on after a bath.  Later I had them sort through the cranberries by placing the mushy ones in a small dish and the good ones in a little pile for me to string onto baker’s twine.  I hung it in the kitchen and added the small cedar wreaths to it.   I hung more twinkle lights in our bedroom.  We rummaged around in the scrap pile for two good pieces of barn board and made a “be merry” sign as well as a “follow joy” sign.  I have no idea where I will hang them, but I like them.

Today we went on a hunt in the woods for leathery oak leaves, bits of cedar and spruce, feathers, birch paper, clumps of mossy and lichen, and pine cones to create a festive yet natural advent calendar I am so excited to create.   I was on the lookout for small pine and cedar saplings to transplant along our front fence.  I had never noticed the numerous saplings who had gathered at the feet of fallen or barren coniferous trees; as though to protect and pay their respects to a fallen elder.

We then released thousands of milkweed seeds into the air.  Much like the petals of a peony they remind my of frivolous and whimsical things.  Things like star dust and moon beams.  Seeds with wings, my goodness, it doesn’t get much better than that.  The sky is as pure a blue that ever was or will be and the sun friendly.

Of course Silas still throws down like a boss and Poppy still refuses (I mean refuses) to go on the potty, but I find myself more patient with it all.

Today I woke early and started a crock pot full of pulled pork with a made from scratch sauce.  If it tastes half as good as it smells we are in business.

The season of home and hearth is upon us and it is where I am most at ease.



go gently.  be wonderful + merry.


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  1. Posted November 21, 2012 at 3:49 pm by Annette | Permalink

    I’m sitting here in a cafe in Chelsea, Manhattan, having a latte, reading this and one of my music books for school, listening to classical Christmas music and feeling how your life and words ring for me, despite our different paths. Stay real, sister! Love!

  2. Posted November 21, 2012 at 4:34 pm by mel | Permalink

    beauties! Sounds like this season is treating you wonder-fully… keep savouring it mama.
    needle and nest design

  3. Posted November 21, 2012 at 5:44 pm by Chandelle | Permalink

    I would love to see that advent calendar when you finish it. :)

  4. Posted November 21, 2012 at 7:00 pm by Greer | Permalink

    It all looks and sounds so good. Your photos…sigh xx

  5. Posted November 21, 2012 at 7:52 pm by Kim | Permalink

    It all sounds so lovely, enjoy!

  6. Posted November 21, 2012 at 8:50 pm by Stephanie K. | Permalink

    Beautiful, as always. I realised only after my kids went to bed that in my frenetic “doing” these days, I hardly notice their faces, hands, smiles…just go from meal to snack to meal to activity to keep them busy so I can continue doing. Bit of regret, there, to say the least. Thanks for the reminder to be in the moment.

  7. Posted November 22, 2012 at 4:32 am by lily boot | Permalink

    love your be merry sign in the window – I think that shall be our Christmas mantra for 2012 :-)

  8. Posted November 22, 2012 at 11:32 am by laura | Permalink

    These are the posts I love to read most. I am transported back into the quiet country again, living vicariously through you. Thank you.

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