summer unplanned

I love summer.

LOVE. That's all caps, if you'll notice.

I love summer so much, I'd marry it. (remember saying that? if you don't remember, don't judge me....we used to say that)



Anyway, I was thinking that summer became even sweeter after I was grown and had my own children.

I love the openness of the season. The fresh juicy-drip-from-your-chin-fruits and vegetables. The air on a cooler day wafting through the house.

I love the sunshine. Oh, do I love the sunshine.

The smell of cut grass and the puppy-dog smell of the boys after playing outside for hours. Alright...some days--these days the puppy-dog smell is of a rather large puppy who is a bit ripe. I digress.

Mostly, I love the release of schedules and freedom of going with the flow. Of not having set plans. Of seeing what happens.

I love that for me.

And I love that for the boys. That they can have a day unfold before them. To gather kids in the neighborhood to play a game of baseball without so much say from the adults around them. They figure it out....even when the kids range in age from 5-16. They figure it out. On their own. They play fair and have fun. They make adjustments for the little guys and adjustments for the biggest guys.

Letting the days unfold before you....scheduling a popsicle break and a croquet game in the back yard while the fireflies start glowing sounds just about perfect come mid-June. What kind of unplanned summer are you looking forward to?

what i want

What I want isn't what I need.

I want a new camera...specifically the Canon Rebel xSi.

I want it badly.

So I can take pictures like this:


and this:


and even this....in winter, no less:
(these 3 photos courtesy Kate of http://www.theblankiechronicles.com/)

I know. So dreamy and warm and yummy.

But, as much as I want it, it doesn't mean I need it. I can come up with a host of reasons why I may need it, but that doesn't make it true.

The thing is....the camera I want is tied to my promise.

Yep.

My promise....to myself.

You see, months ago I joined Weight Watchers.

It was time. (that is another post in itself)

And after a little success and a few weeks I made a promise to myself--when I made it to my *goal* weight....a healthy weight, I'd buy myself a new camera.

I'm still nine pounds out...ugh. Plateau has set in and I'm getting antsy.

I want my new camera.

But, more than that I want a healthier me....and I want to keep my promise.

dang.

grow little growing things

If there was one skill I wished I had, it might be gardening. It might be how to not kill plants, more specifically.

You know what? I know it's still early June, but these plants seem to be surviving. I know.


basil and geraniums


tomato

If these little plants continue to survive I will have to stake the tomato plant and I'm already dreaming of yummy salads and sandwiches. Grow little growing things. So far, I've planted and watered some. Not too much and not too little, apparently. See, that's sort of the problem. I'm not sure what I'm doing both right and wrong. My grandparents were exceptional gardeners. Even when they moved into an apartment. Near them was a community garden; one they shared with other people....people far less skilled in gardening and growing things up. Often, when I'd go to help pick beans or peas or corn, another *gardener* would come to chat with my grandparents to get advice and get a glimpse of their little plot of land....filled with the most beautiful vegetables.


my g'pa with a very scary scarecrow. very scary.

Gosh, I miss my grands. I wish they were still here to help me with my little growing things. And my plants too.

feeling at home

Normally, we stay home for the long Memorial Day weekend. The weather is unpredictable, but so many years it included both rain and cold. This year we decided that if it was going to be ugly, we can do ugly away from home. But it wasn't ugly. It was sunshiny and easy-breezy. So given that we were headed for the most beautiful part of Michigan...we were a happy bunch. This is the overhead view from Chandler's in Petoskey. A little in-between restaurant with indoor and outdoor seating. Charming and delicious. The quesdillas with the grilled red onions, pulled chicken, black beans, pepper jack and homemade salsa verde was mouth-wateringly good. And the mixed greens with baked goat cheese. Heavenly. The boys found a map with the listings for sunglasses and bookstores. We headed up M-119 (the tunnel of trees) toward Sturgeon Bay to enjoy the beach with just a few people. No crowds. Lake Michigan is still pretty cold this time of year, but the sand is warm and ready for castle-making. The boys found and caught a couple of crayfish. Skipped stones and searched for Petoskey stones. A great way to spend a day, if you ask me. On our way back to Harbor Springs we stopped off at Legg's Inn. The view alone is INCREDIBLE. We weren't really hungry, so we just had dessert. French vanilla ice cream with a warm berry compote. Mmmmm. We're on vacation, right? This is the view from the garden at Legg's Inn. Just before we headed home we stopped to let the boys run off some energy by playing catch at Sunset Park in Petoskey. Big Red played guitar and I wondered how I could live here all the time. (that is usually, my clue that I've had a most relaxing time away from home)

my most glamorous life

I live a most glamorous life.

Most glamorous.

I'm a ROCKSTAR.

Well I sometimes pretend I'm a ROCKSTAR. I'm a stay-at-home-mom.

Well, that's the common term. I prefer, the term-- mostly-stay-at-home-but-I-go-to-Target-a lot-mama. Very glamorous.

You too can be glamorous.

I will share my steps.

1.I do lots of laundry. You too? awesome. You are well on your way.

2.I have two boys. You do not have to have two boys- you could have an assortment of children and their friends tearing your place up. It's all very glamorous.

3.I also prepare meals several times a day, to ensure the health of my growing boys between baseball practices and games. Only to have them share a GIANT bag of CHEESEBURGER DORITOS when I'm not looking. Cheeseburger Doritos? Seriously....a 15 year old must be on the Frito-Lay board. A chip that tastes like meat? Glamorous.

4.Steps 1-3, rinse and repeat.

Two weeks ago, I took a step out of my glamorous life because I was invited to a little music concert.

In Grand Rapids.

Two hours away. However, it took three with all the detouring and turning around. Grand Rapids appears to be lovely. From my very glamorous mini-van. With my dear friend, Penny.

Here we are before leaving for the gig. And before some of that lip gloss wore off?




This little music concert was awesome.

Ingrid Michaelson opening for the Bare Naked Ladies (who were fully dressed).



(here's Ingrid and Allie)

I am friendly with Allie Moss's mama. Allie is a tremendous talent in her own right and is a part of Ingrid's band. So, I left the kitty-littered bathroom floor and piles of laundry to sing along loudly, yet poorly to both scantily-clad Ingrid's songs and those of the Bare Naked Ladies.

Glamorous.

Most glamorous.

I took so long in posting this as I've been working on steps 1-4 the last few weeks. It happens. Even to ROCKSTARS.

wordless wednesday....indie

easter

This is an original acrylic painting 24"x24" on board. It is my interpretation of Easter. It is a moment in time and space. Captured here. Or un-captured here. If I were to create another easter painting now; would it look the same. I'm doubting that. This one was completed in 2008. What is your image of Easter? What has shaped that? I'm very curious about these things. About how we each can imagine the same event very differently. No matter your image of Easter, I am wishing you a very blessed Easter and happy spring.