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next on the farm.
First there were the birds. And, of course, most recently, the new kittens. Who were born because we had added these kittens over a year ago. In the past it’s been chickens or a dog. (There’s so many more actually – but I am tired of linking up these posts!) It’s long been official – the Keigleys like pets. I’ve got my…
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a kayak experience. my favorite day of vacation.
I can’t believe it’s been weeks since we returned from the beach. Will I never cease being amazed/disappointed/confounded by the rapid passage of time? (I’m confident the only answer to that question is no!) It was such an active trip and by active I mean – we did stuff we have never been able to do on vacations before. Biking,…
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and I quote …..
A child said, “What is the grass?” fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. – Walt Whitman
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a poem inspired by a poet.
Our last official school field trip was to Carl Sandburg’s house. If you perchance recall, I didn’t write the post I intended because I was overcome with distraction from the bittersweet surprise of my youngest son’s seemingly overnight growing up. The post I intended to write was more like this: First we toured the house. (I want to own his farm,…
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a challenge for the day.
The mornings have been peaceful and cool here. I’ve been forcing myself to attempt rising a tad earlier than normal. I’ve found the porch so inviting and comfortable and quiet before the heat and the busy of the day begin. There’s a quote like a mantra that reverberates in my mind. I heard it when my babies were actually babies…
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Abigail Adams: Witness to a Revolution — Book Review
Reading is a cornerstone to our school here. (Speaking of school – did I ever share a photo of Riley’s diploma? Someone somehow remind me to do that one day. Kevin did a fabulous job on it – it looks like a lovely work of art. And the official name on the official document? After much deliberation and various suggestions,…
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good morning Monday.
It’s Monday morning. And it’s raining. We just returned from a weekend camping trip at Lake Jocassee where it did not rain for almost the entire weekend. The camping trip was marvelous, lovely, fun, wonderful. This week I’m going to post more pictures from our weekend adventures but Kevin has the better ones on his phone so it’ll take a…
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happy birthday dad.
Today is my dad’s birthday. Well, yesterday was my dad’ s birthday. You know, it all depends on when you read this. Let’s start over. It’s my dad’s birthday. Right now he is working as a truck driver and his job demands long hours spent on the road. That makes it hard to be sure letters and cards are seen…
Keep Reading . . .
weekend ramble (soccer starts & the sun is back)
tuck in
back of a book, on the porch
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The Knock Knock Joke Strikes Again
I’ve been recording the ludicrous and hilarious knock knock jokes that our kids deliver for a while. Wilde Otto Fox has officially joined the ranks of Joke Maker too. Delivered on the front porch, full audience of family members, spoken without the appropriate use of consonants and in an adorable cute four-year-old voice: Knock Knock. Who’s there? Footprints. Footprints who? Awww…
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cute. kittens. and other stuff.
Lately, all our kids can think about is this: And goodness – who could blame them? Our five tiny porch friends are ridiculously adorable. They all have names of course. None of which I had any part in the choosing. (Hey, it’s a big sacrifice on my part to not insist that I name all creatures living at our home.…
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Tricks of The Trade. 6.
Do you remember these little contraptions? It was designed to hold three servings of formula for a baby. And I found it in our drawer recently. Our formula-fed baby is now nine years old and riding bikes and swimming in pools without floaties so I don’t honestly know why I still have this little item. In fact, the greater surprise…
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daughters. sisters.
One morning this week the girls and I put on pretty dresses. We drove to a friend’s house and attended a tea party to celebrate our sweet young friend turning five. It was a lovely morning. Tables set up outside in the cool morning breeze. Tablecloths. Real deal china plates and tea cups. French bread smothered in home made cream…
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Home Again.
We have returneth from whence we came. In other words …. we are back. A spring vacation to the beach was a new experience for our family. And, yes, we loved it. The sea. The sun. The breeze. The golf cart. The bikes. The kayaks. The pool. The together. The late sleeping. Loved. It. All. The problem with a return…
