When I wrote the other day (weeks ago now!) there were so many other things I was going to say. But then Chessa and I were making that list, and I just went with that instead.
I was going to tell you about the beautiful blue flax flowers...
When Chloe was born, and for her first two years of life, just outside our little mountain cabin grew the beautiful blue flax flowers. And all the sumer mornings, when we first walked out the front door to greet the day, the flowers, the trees... we (I) would say, "Good morning beautiful little blue flax flowers."
We do not live with the little blue flax flowers anymore. But if ever they come across our path we always give them the same greeting.
And someday we shall live with them again.
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Always, there are so many other things...
I actually started writing this post on paper. I am just more awful than ever about computer time.
(Perhaps not such a bad thing, other people seem to have trouble resisting the computer. I, on the other hand, can hardly force myself to get anything done on it...)
(Then again, I was just distracted by a lovely Pinterest sewing board.)
Really though I am more of a books and notebooks, pencil and paper kind of person.
But sometimes I miss this little blog space, and often I very much miss my blog friends.
And along comes September, and here am I posting pictures from July.
Which doesn't make so much sense with photos of babies and gardens, cause both grow so so fast.
But at least it's not like knitting, when the baby outgrows the bonnet (socks, pants, etc..) before it is even cast off.
Baby. Gardens.
Knitting. Sewing.
Homeschool planning.
Waldorf happiness. Reading lots of Steiner.
The other evening at the land, while preparing for our camp dinner, Jason said, "If only we had some potatoes." And then we remembered that we did have potatoes, growing in the ground, and we could harvest some if we wanted to. Which we did.
I am going to try to keep up a little better here...
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