
...indeed, I do like butter. Do you remember playing this game in your youth? - where you hold a buttercup under your chin, and if the color yellow is reflected, you are said to like butter. I had forgotten all about the game, until I found this little buttercup nestled in the grass. I love when chance experiences conjure up long-forgotten memories, don't you?

Try looking at the world from a different height - get down low in the grass, and see what you notice. These beautiful Quaker Ladies are multiplying in our yard, just where it meets the woods. In looking at these tiny wild flowers at eye's height, my children and I imagine we are seeing through the eyes of a little wood nymph.

...counting the rings of this fallen tree, felled after it had died...thinking about how it lived here in these woods, for many, many years, before I called this place home, before I was even born.
A few things I am cherishing on this long and languid holiday weekend:
*the scent of dirt and grass on my kids' skin
*the smell of barbecue in the air
*a grill-charred hotdog smothered in ketchup with smores for desert
*a mojito garnished with a fresh slice of lime and freshly chopped mint (be careful, these go down way too easily)
*SUN
*doing nothing















































