Little miss mobile is almost 5 months old and is no longer content being plopped in the middle of her blanket to gaze and swat at silly plastic rings. She has better places to roll and bigger things to chew. This is a welcome milestone since I’m able to put her down for longer spurts, sometimes for 5-10 minutes at a time. She still prefers being toted around most of all, but slowly by degrees I’m able to finish small tasks without wearing her in my wrap and with both hands free.
A yummy post Halloween tradition every year – homemade pumpkin seeds roasted to perfection. We always make them the same way, although it can hardly be called a recipe. (we soak the seeds overnight in salt water, pat them dry, sprinkle with olive oil and seasonings – salt/pepper/onion and garlic powder, and bake for 30 minutes at 350). So delicious.
A thrift store gem! This slow cooker clay pot has been on my wish list for I don’t know how long. I was on the hunt for inexpensive book baskets, and there it was – a golden glowing aura and a small choir of angels singing to me from behind a stack of old tea cups. I can’t wait to use it!
Peter Pan audiobook + origami sword making = one content and focused little boy.
“It was a blank void of sleep—dreamless sleep, empty sleep—to which the she-wolf awoke. And yet was it dreamless? She had felt something, a darkness tugging at her pelt that made her think otherwise. It was almost as if she was staring into the gaping mouth of an abyss, with no height or depth. An everlasting chasm that devoured the earth and split the land in two. Now she recalled the bone-breaking crack she had heard within the dreamless dream in which the canyon was formed. Creatures were moaning, wailing, and howling in agony as they were swallowed by the abyss, plunging into everlasting darkness.”
Amberly’s mind is filled with tales of battles, cIans, heartbreak and redemption. I borrowed a random excerpt from her desktop (which happens to be pretty dark and moody, yikes). She continues to write and illustrate her novels about a forest world of wolves. Maybe one of these days, when she becomes the professional writer and painter she aspires to be, these first stories will hold a special place in her heart. She has a mature and poetic tone that’s all her own, and I love that I hear a hint of some of her favorite authors peppered in by the familiar way she paints an entire universe of characters and far away lands that live in her imagination.
We’ve been in Peeples Valley for a couple of days, playing house out in the woods and doing all kinds of woodsy projects. This whole homesteading endeavor is going slowly, as expected. One little thing leads to the next little thing, and inch by inch this raw wilderness feels more cozy and livable. We missed out on a mini snow storm week. I’ve packed orange spice tea, snow clothes, and a suitcase full of books, so if another one blows through, we’ll be all set. The forecast says temperatures will stay in the 60’s with sunshine for awhile, but we can hope!