I burn scrap wood, contemplate the futility of it, & spend time photographing flame.

Saturday, November 9th, 2019





















After Hallowe’en

Friday, November 1st, 2019

This year’s house for the Candy Faerie—




is hidden somewhere around here—






Portraits of Iris & Akiva (Watercolor)

Tuesday, October 29th, 2019

Dan came to visit! We don’t have any photos of him because I’m going through a camera-lazy phase, but I did manage to take some photos of artwork produced during his visit. Iris sat first for a portrait (the date on the portrait is incorrect), & then Akiva sat in the same location. Iris, being older, sat for quite some time. Akiva’s ability to sit is a bit wigglier and thus he sat for a much shorter duration of time, but nonetheless he managed to get two portraits painted of himself.


Iris on the couch, illustrated by Dan—




Akiva on the couch, illustrated by Dan—




Akiva on the couch, illustrated by Iris—


Girls Jumping the Cord (Jumprope)

Saturday, October 26th, 2019

Tucker (Watercolor)

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2019

Tucker, trees, rabbit burrow, sky:




Closeup of Tucker:


Hiking Friday @ the Waterville Trails

Friday, October 11th, 2019


This is my Iris. I love her with all my heart.




Iris loves me, too. She also loves trees.




Iris also loves her brother, tho you wouldn’t always know it.




Iris is cautious. Akiva is daring.

Iris has endurance. Akiva is impulsive.

Iris is devoted. And so is Akiva.




Being together enables them to do things that they might never do separately.




Iris writes Akiva’s name in pine needles.




Then she writes her own—





















We stay in the woods until the sun starts yawning and fluffing its pillow, ready to go to bed.




When we get back home— which is not too far away— Martin & his father are working on the siding.




This is the end of Martin’s 2nd week off work, so they can use all the help they can get.




Akiva works as hard as he usually works.




“Hi, Papa!”




…did I ever tell you the story of how we finally settled on this color of yellow?


Johnville Bog & Forest Park (Hiking Friday moved to Saturday)

Saturday, September 28th, 2019

Lately, every time we go to Johnville Bog, it rains. This time, we try to be prepared.

Upon arrival, the children check the weather. We might be prepared.




Some might think a bog an odd location for viewing autumn foliage, but that is likely because they are looking up.

I love the bog in all seasons. In autumn, I hear my friend Sunshine’s voice in my head:

“In Fairbanks, autumn happens on the ground.”

The Johnville Bog & Forest Park is a little slice of boreal forest in the Eastern Townships of Quebec.




I take some overcast portraits of my always adorable children—




& #2




Then I head on, head down. Akiva is also head down.

Unlike his sister, he does not always enjoy walking.




But I take this opportunity of slowness to keep my eye between the cracks.




The light is low. My focus is off. I can’t get close enough. I wish I brought a tripod.

But I never bring a tripod: it is difficult to carry both a tripod and a 50 lb. child.




Cottongrass hovers in the spruce grove.




Pitcher plants nestle among mosses.




Mosses snuggle between the cracks of the decaying boardwalk.




In a boreal forest, autumn happens on the ground.








Autumnal Equinox Bonfire

Monday, September 23rd, 2019

After the lighting of the fire, Iris leads us in song.




Then ceremoniously, we each add wood to the flames. Toss!








Huzzah! Toss!








…and it burns.


Akiva plays in the sandbox with his dumptruck.

Saturday, September 21st, 2019

By Iris.

Watercolor & crayon on paper.





Akiva Fords the Massawippi (Hiking Friday)

Friday, September 20th, 2019

On Wednesday, Iris was running across the playground at school when she slipped and fell. She landed on something that tore her pants open and left a gaping wound on her knee. The cut could have used at least eight stitches, but my experience bringing kids to the hospital for stitches hasn’t been so great so far, so I decided just to tape her knee up. I forgot that they don’t just use tape at the hospital: they also use liberal amounts of surgical glue, which I don’t yet keep around the house. But by the time I realized this, it was too late to stitch her up, so the scar will just have to be a bit bigger than it would have been had we gone to the hospital.


Meanwhile, Iris’s knee isn’t as bendy as it usually is. Instead of going for a walk in the woods, I take the kids on a bike ride down to the Massawippi river at the spot where, the summer before last, the children used to go swimming. Akiva decides he would like to cross the river by himself while Iris & I sit on the bank together.

















“…I did it!”