While you've been gone...

I bought myself cheery flowers

(you see why I had to...)

We've done schoolwork

Paradise Lost, readings and lectures.  With a side of crochet.

freshly washed sheets on the bed

Nighttime reading

Daytime reading

Glupper night seemed emptier.  But still, no leftovers by the end!

Moses complained that the girls always get mail but he gives drawings to people all the time yet he never gets mail himself.  I gave him the parental encouragement to be happy for others and joyful in giving without receiving.  And then a few days later I wrote him a long story-letter and put it in the mail for him.  Ineke read it to him.

And I swooned at the cuteness of them both.

more bone broth

more cheesemaking

ALWAYS cheesemaking

We went on walks:

I got a 99c dress from the thrift store. Off brand, on sale muck boots complete the look.







Moses needs a hair cut even more.

AAAANNNNNDDDDD

we had a field trip with friends:

Zeke peeks

Piper, Luci and Ransom say hello

and so does Mallory, eventually.  ;-)

We can't wait to see you again!  Come home already!!!

Snowflakes in Summer

“We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake...”

― Sir Francis Bacon

The Rat

 

Oreos.

We don't buy them unless we have a fancy cheesecake to make- and then, only the generic kind.

But Grandma and Grandpa brought some over on Glupper night for a treat and I put the leftovers in the cookie tin.

Two days later, it's snack time. I say to Moses, who is making snack for all, "You may each have one of those Oreo cookies Grandma and Grandpa brought over."

A few minutes later...

"Uuuummmmmmm......  Mama.....  I think a RAT has been in our cookie tin because there are no more cookies LEFT!"  He brings the tin, wide open and cavernous, to prove his point.

A rat, indeed.  

(I suspect our rat may even have a name.)

Adele's birthday presents

Adele' turned sweet 16 this year.  

And 16 is a very weird age.  It turns a girls' brain.

Case in point:

Present #1:

Present #2:

She can barely contain herself with the butternut squash and weeps over the amazing, autographed BOOK.

What a weirdo.

(Just kidding, of course.  She is lovely.  Too lovely for words.)

PS.  If you think that this is Matt trying to light a napkin on fire, you'd be correct.

The little pyro.

The Newunion

Once upon a time there was a hot sun and volleyball and corn on the cob in the kiddy pool.  

Those were the days...