A tree

This is one of my favorite trees in our neighborhood. It is a corkscrew willow and it grows in the sand at our local beach. I like to imagine it and other members of its family growing alongside various Hawthorns - joining forces to protect something very secret. And if I was a bird, this would be my nesting tree of choice.
And as a human, it's mere presence makes me smile and fires my imagination.

Beachcombing

We've been heading to the beach the past couple of weeks. Lessons are being learned about erosion....supplies are being found in the form of beach glass and driftwood. I am reminded how soothing the sound of waves is...how it manages to penetrate and cover all but the noisiest of city sounds. And how if I close my eyes I can believe I am somewhere else.
I am also left wondering how people can care so little about this space. How they so carelessly leave their garbage behind for the water to swallow up or someone else (like my 6 year old!) to pick up and dispose of.
Maybe I start to think about these kinds of things too much. I don't know.

Coming out

Slowly but surely we are emerging from the cloud of sick that has taken hold of our house (there is a strong knocking on wood as I put this out there). The toadstool family is spending more and more time out of doors. And yellow is present.
This winter girl is ready - Mrs. Thaw, do your thing.

Some days are like that

Yes, yesterday was one of those days. No reason to believe that it would be different from any others.
Until the witching hour of midnight anyway...when a fever took hold of the littlest one...making this mama believe that her little girls' heart would burst from her chest in millions of tiny little girl pieces. This mama who doesn't take trips to the hospital lightly. Or trips to anywhere that traditional medicine lives for that matter.
But my mama bear instincts were telling that this time a trip was not only necessary, but urgent.
So we went. And we waited. And we listened to the crying and reprimanding of others who waited too. With fear in our hearts and lack of sleep clouding our ability to see clearly.
Then the verdict - pneumonia was the culprit. Antibiotics the remedy. Big big doses into a little girl. Even when all symptoms are gone.
And a reminder reminded. That we are lucky to have this available to us. That doctors and nurses do their job well...and sometimes for days on end without break. Helping those who need it - sometimes without thank you.
So, thank you.
And now we sleep. And rebuild with probiotics.

Note to self

Right before getting into bed is perhaps not the best time to start wrestling the duvet back into it's clean cover!

Time

As is the case with many, weekends in my world are a blur. Occasionally we find ourselves with some free time on our hands....for me, this weekend held enough free minutes to allow for the completion of a project that I have had rolling around in my head for awhile. As is also the case with many, there are always way more ideas out there that I want to try...many more sources of inspiration. Today, it feels good to have marked an easy weekend by creating something that I love.
And Monday morning is much easier to take when it feels like a weekend was had.

Sunday March 4, 2012

Today, with the sound of guitar swirling around the house, all my thoughts are brought home.
To this man, and our life and our family and the promise of spring.

This moment

Happy Friday!