Showing posts from November, 2011


A minus tide is a special thing. A short moment when the oceans pulls back her curtains and you see the treasures that lie beneath. The sand shines in the sun as the water retreats back into itself and mirrors reflect the sky.

   Grassy skirts of hidden rocks lose their flow and lay silent, motionless and shining.    

    Bulbs full of buoyancy lose effect and wait, tangled in piles.

Tidal pools are discovered. Moss and algae slip underfoot. The sun feeds the rocks and they simply shine back through a salty haze those retreating waves throw up. Tumbled and dull, pitted and round: rocks, glass, sunglasses and tin cans. Shells, fish, crabs, anemone, and bricks.

Thousands of feet of fresh, unexplored sand, wide walking beaches, gulls clustered and up in the air; all laid out before young, imaginative, in the moment eyes. This is an afternoon begged for and rare.

Running legs, wet feet, jumping, splashing, laughing, falling, running and running and running. 
A minus tide is a special thi…

give thanks

Thanks to everyone who came and helped make our home cozy and full of love for the holiday.

crazy town

There is something about dinner time that changes everything. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, but most of the time a seesaw of both.  If seat belts could be used on children over the age of one around here, they just might still be in fashion. Here is a typical scenario:
:: Kids running amuck, baby needing to be held, mother trying her best or sometimes not trying at all to keep her wits about her and get dinner finished so everyone will sit down.
:: Mother asks big kids to set the table every night. Every night one or all of the big kids whine about having to set the table. 
:: Kids some what set the table, maybe Dad helps or maybe he does it all.
:: Kids are asked to sit down, kids are asked to sit down, kids are asked to sit down.
:: All people are assembled at the table. Pray and eating commences.
:: Once food hits the blood stream, silliness resumes.
Tonight flaring nostrils were the culprit.  In the photos above, chocolate and the camera within arms reach got…

I got older this year

On my birthday I got...
one year older,
both the cakes I wanted,
dinner with friends and family,
sung the birthday song,
a grammar lesson or two (wouldn't want the day to be outstanding in too many ways),
yummy food,
a hair cut,
and a NEW dishwasher to clean it all up.
What more could a girl want?


A dude, Pippi Longstocking, a ghost and Halloween Girl.