7/24/17

Blueberry picking.

I took Friday off, and Hugo and I headed out to the fields first thing in the morning before the heat of the day set in. When I was pregnant with him, I ate more blueberries than I care to admit, and I've seemingly passed on the craving. We are kindred spirits where fruit is concerned.

And so we picked, ate, carried our spoils home with us at the promise of cobbler.

7/21/17

House Update #2.

As of today...
 ^^no more red! new windows, new door and no more giant shrubs.^^
^^new tub and tile work (no grout yet).^^
 ^^I wasn't totally sure about the color balance of this tile, but it turned out to be perfect (can be found here).^^
 ^^sheetrocking in the living room.^^
 ^^brand new windows, front door...^^
 ^^...and back slider.^^
 ^^new windows and doors in all the bedrooms, too.^^

7/20/17

Normandy.

from a work trip to French dairy country. two nights in a chateau, a symphony of birds in the morning. a stop at Normandy beaches, monuments, a cidery for a tour and tasting. late dinners of oysters and cheeses and local wine. not enough sleep (is there ever enough?), but views to take your breath away.

7/11/17

A farmhouse in the mountains.

This past weekend, we had our annual reunion weekend with Blake's college roommates. We headed back into the mountains, to a farmhouse with wraparound porch and a small orchard of apple trees just over the hill. We made huevos rancheros, shrimp and grits, s'mores over a fire. There were books read in a window seat and in the library of my dreams. A trip to the lake, a little boy delighted to find that there were trucks for the taking. Long porch hangs, difficult goodbyes. 

7/7/17

Northern Michigan.

a quick flight out and back - for work, for the National Cherry Festival. a couple of early mornings and glorious sunrises. media segments followed by a 7am climb up the Sleeping Bear Dunes. dinner on the peninsula: salmon and local vegetables and a mushroom soup. a tiny toy airplane stowed in my bag on the return trip for a two-year-old I missed.

7/5/17

The fourth.

we woke with the sun and headed down to the beach. slathered sunscreen, built sandcastles, waded into frigid waters. we saw bits of the parade: "siren cars" and "big trucks". made it home for naps, a picnic, a flag cake.

and we're so proud to be part of this great experiment, this beautiful country in all of its diversity and influence. what a privilege to be free - thank you, thank you, to those who have sacrificed in the name of this privilege.

7/3/17

Moving out.

Over the weekend, we moved out of our little yellow house by the marsh. I was less heartbroken than I'd anticipated, and thanked the many distractions of our life for it. We are on to new, exciting things, it's true. A house of our own not a mile away, with white kitchen, tiled bathroom, bamboo floors in progress.

And memories belong more to me - to us - than to the walls we filled. Such sweetness in learning and relearning that places are not home.

6/30/17

From a Thursday.

a warm summer night. new friends and time-tested ones. train delays and cab rides. Greek food and goodbyes - no, see-you-laters. 

6/26/17

Beach by night.

After a bit of a rough week around here, we took to the beach on Friday night. We filled an hour with dinner, stick-collecting and the playground before the rains came in, and we stopped by the ice cream store on the way home.

What good fortune that the sea finds its home where we've found ours, that we have light until bedtime, that I have a boy who calls me "mommy".