Sometimes, it’s others’ words that take you back. A taste, the rain, a moment past. Not much for looking back, I fear. Too many souls to miss.
This space I’m in, precarious and still, reflecting brightness in the storm.
Winter is holding on as best it can here, but as the hours of sunshine get longer every day, its days are numbered. The little man has shed many of his comfort objects, seemingly overnight, and we are all slowly waking from a state of hibernation.
The chill has snuck in just this week. Am loving all the fall sun and magical light here. Everything is on fire, and there is so much sun during daylight hours… Also these days, I’m in love with Instagram. So much beauty in the palm of my hand.
All photos from my iphone and instagram feed!
Summer has been good for all of us, and thankfully, despite September rolling in, it is still in full effect. There have been a few adventures, and road trips, but mostly, we have just held close to this lovely new place we call home…
The last six weeks have been a blur. The kids were troopers, playing through the chaos. I was surrounded by so much love from my friends and coworkers as we visited old favorites (will miss you so Lighthouse Point!) and beautiful new places like Beltane Farm. And we ate amazing and delicious food. How is it that all my friends are such incredible cooks? And that we turn to food to nourish, celebrate, and nurture each other?
None of it would have been possible without my magical brother, who dropped everything and flew cross-country to be with me twice in the month of June, to help me keep it all together. I can’t thank him enough for reminding me that we come from a long stock of folks who work hard, don’t whine, and always find the time to eat well and drink good coffee. With his help I sorted, packed, and sold the remnants of my old life, making room for the new…
Then came the magic floating forklift to take our storage container, and we were off!
Has it really been 2 months? 2 months since Squam? hard to believe the summer is just flying by. So many eloquent, talented people, have already said much about this magical place. Here are just a few more words.
Squam is a dream camp: surrounded by all that natural magic, and the magic that comes from being around so many lovely, thoughtful makers, I also had the privilege to take 2 classes from talented teachers: Pattern play with Cal Patch and Heirloom Boats with Ann Wood. (in a future post, I’ll share the 2 garments based on the patterns I created in class since returning home…)
my little red white and blue boat even made it into Ann’s blog! Within minutes of returning home, that fragile pine cone garland was destroyed by curious little hands. The boat has since been moved to a safer perch, a small reminder of the lake, new friends, and all that taking a little time to stop, reflect, and make, can bring.
