Monday, June 22nd, 2020

Grotto, again

I took a photograph of my children here on October 19, 2017.

They have grown!

 

 

I love them so.

 

Sunday, June 7th, 2020

Iris & a New Doll

I finished a new doll.

Iris said, “You used to take pictures of me holding dolls.”

And so I did, again. This one will be going to France.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, May 26th, 2020

Massawippi River

We ride the cargo bike down to the bike path on the Massawippi.

 

 

 

We get wet.

Monday, May 25th, 2020

We walk upstream from the school

We walk down through the school woods then turn left, back up the hill, where the stream goes under the culvert.

The children practice crossing and re-crossing a log.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are many people footprints here. There are also raccoon footprints, ‘possom footprints, mouse footprints, and various bird footprints. Akiva finds snails to be the easiest animal to track and spends some time judging a snail race.

 

 

 

 

Upstream, we find many bones of a long-dead horse. Iris takes home some teeth.

Sunday, May 17th, 2020

More Rabbits

 

 

“Look!”

 

 

 

Six kits were born on April 26, 2020.

One died the next day.

One was paralyzed in its hind legs and had to be put down.

Four bunnies remain.

 

 

 

 

Even Martin thinks they’re cute.

 

 

Wednesday, May 13th, 2020

Train Engine at the Station (Unit Blocks)

Akiva asked Martin to play with blocks. Martin wanted to build something new: I started building parking garages for Akiva’s cars a few years ago, & although it’s not getting old for Akiva, who is four, Martin who is 48, is a bit more ambitious. He took out his phone for inspiration. A few hours later, one engine and one coal car stood on a slightly-elevated track at a train station. Fantastic!

 

 

 

 

The engineer climbs into the engine.

 

 

 

 

The rest of the people get off the orange bus. They wait to board the platform.

 

 

 

 

Slowly, slowly they climb a great staircase where one single rise is higher than their shoulder.

 

 

 

 

The people at the top of the platform mill about,

discussing where they will sit.

 

 

 

 

“There is an engine and a coal car,” one person says.

“The engineer won’t let us ride with him, and the conductor won’t let us ride in the coal car!”

“Where does this train go, anyway?” says another person.

 

 

 

 

An angry mob debarks the platform. One person is trampled in the rush.

 

 

 

 

Infuriated by the inconvenience, they storm back to their bus.

 

 

 

 

Still, the train waits at the station. Where does this train go?

 

 

Friday, April 24th, 2020

Akiva throws rocks in the stream.

I find it interesting that he throws rocks with his left hand:

he does everything else I can think of with his right hand.

 

  

Monday, April 20th, 2020

How Clothing Wears

1.

I bought the train pyjamas at a thrift store in Vermont two years ago. What a find! Perfect condition, and only two dollars. “Let’s not wear them until they fit you,” I said. He was three. They were size seven. He slept one night with the pyjamas under his pillow and did not sleep one cool night without them after that.

 

 

 

 

Last night he saw the holes in the knees and elbows and cried. “Take a photograph of me in them. I will never wear them again.” He does not want to wear them out. He wants me to make them into something else, something to keep forever. I dare not cut something so precious.

 

 

 

2.

Iris has never particularly liked the upcycled sweater dress I made when she was not-yet-two, but I still did not want to get rid of it. It is what freed me from the confinement of patterns and got me sewing again. This morning, she put it on. “It is so snuggly and soft,” she said, “and it still fits.”

 

 

 

 

The pants that I made a little while later, on the other hand, are no longer snuggly and soft, nor would they still fit, if they existed. They were worn to rags. The woolen rags were cut into strips. The strips were rolled to make the tight inner heads for wool-stuffed dolls. What do  you make of that?

 

 

 

Saturday, April 4th, 2020

Wildflowers Dancing in the Field (April 4th, part 2)

 

 

 

Where goes precious ephemeral youth when the years pass?

The sprout, the shoot, the bud, the bloom, the seed. The sprout.

Youth goes to seed. Seed springs forth youth.

I am blessed, for I have gone to seed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three years ago, in June of 2017, I took my children into the field near our house & told them, “Dance.”

 

 

 

Saturday, April 4th, 2020

Wagon, Bicycle, Kite, Wheel. (April 4th, part 1)

Akiva had me attach the wagon to his bicycle so that he could pull a trailer.

 

 

 

He rode in small circles in front of the house as Martin put the summer tires on the car.

 

 

 

He rode in small circles as Iris ran in small circles in front of the house, trying to get a small kite aloft.

 

 

 

He rode in small circles on his small bike as Iris ran in small circles with a small kite

and Martin changed the tires on the car from winter to summer.

Winter to summer, summer to winter. Wheels.

Small circles, small circles, small circles.