S sports a pink hoodie from Oma's fall collection. It keeps her cozy during stroller outings and walks in the forest.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
I don't mind walking in a drizzle. Boots, coat and hat provide the right degree of sepration from the wet. This year I'm adding gloves to my essential rain gear because my hands aren't in pockets; they're pushing a stroller.
S gets a little more protection. As soon as fall weather hit, I scurried out to find a rain coat for the stroller and a fuzzy, hooded sleeper for S. Doesn't she look cozy? Passers by often tell me they envy her ride, but I prefer a brisk walk along the leaf-strewn sidewalk, drizzle dripping off the rim of my hat.
Do you walk in the rain?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A couple of weekends ago, when we were outside, relishing our long-lived summer weather, the neighbours gave us big bag of pears from their tree. Tonight I hear wind galloping in trees and rain attacking the windows. What a difference. But the pears are ripe so I did a little more canning and thought of the stormy nights to come when we'll open these jars.
These are my penultimate tomatoes. The stragglers are still green in the garden. I'll have to deal with them soon because the sudden arrival of wet weather spells urgency. Get it in or it will rot.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
This dress was my nesting project. I crocheted it for S in the last two weeks before she was born, but only finished sewing the buttons on the back this evening. The pattern, scrounged somewhere online (forgot where), was for a newborn sized pinafore, but I used a thick variegated yarn and a chunky hook to up the size. At four months old, S is approaching big enough to wear this and the weather has cooperatively turned cold enough for sweaters.
I think it's the only thing I've made for S so far. That's disappointing, but it won't be the last.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Summer lingers with its warmth and brightness, but the smells in our kitchen belong to fall. We're bringing in the harvest and sealing it in glass and plastic. The freezer and pantry are filling up with tasty things, mementos of summer.
Preserving and freezing go hand in hand with gardening and we're delving deeper into all three. To save money. To not waste. To eat local food. And for fun.
I checked this book out of the library have gleaned a few good ideas from it. Apparently cabbage can be blanched and frozen. Apples last longer wrapped in newspaper. We'll give it a try.
Do you put anything away for the winter?
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Before: This was our fireplace. Dated. Huge. And oh so permanent. We've talked for years about painting the thing white, not because we thought white brick would look especially good. We were hoping for less bad.
Just as G. was leaving to buy the paint: "Are you sure you want white? Is there any other colour?"
That had never occurred to me. Another colour! After an hour on Google we had a whole new plan.
After: This is our new, grey fireplace. We settled on two tones of light grey to match our furniture. The new stove, mantle shelf and hearth tiles compliment other bits of black in the decor and the overall effect is in keeping with the tone of the room. Now we can't wait for cold evenings by the fire.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Crisp fall winds bring energy, renewed ambitions and fresh starts. Even when I'm not going back to school, fall is a time of renewed intentionality. For me that often means planning or organizing of some kind, but this year is different.
I feel the urgency of the present. Motherhood impresses on me how fleeting life is. My girl grows. Every day she fixes her earnest gaze on some new wonder -- a shadow or her own hand. She challenges me to open my own eyes, to see her, to see the first red leaves of fall and know that they mean something that I don't fulling understand.
He has made everything beautiful in it's time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. Ecclesiastes 3:11-12
Monday, September 10, 2012
We have a love-hate relationship with this sun hat. I love it. S. hates it. We can usually meet in the middle and wear it without doing up the straps, achieving sun protection and a happy baby. Of course we do experience the occational mishap (see bottom left).