The Fort

'In the spring,at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.' -Margaret Atwood

Last week, Mike brought home a stack of pallets. They were intended for the fire pit. The boys' and I had been brainstorming alternative uses for them. Well, only one really- a fort. They picked out the perfect piece of land, made sure it was nice and flat and then it snowed, a lot.

Today we got beautiful spring weather, after a blizzard yesterday. We headed out and soaked up the sunshine. Those pallets were staring us down, so we decided to make the fort. A fort we only planned to use three pallets for. One for the floor, two for walls. Simple, easy and fun. But Mike was home today, and our impromptu fort turned into an elaborate little playhouse. We even pulled out the metal signs and license plates I'd stashed away for the someday playhouse. It's pretty much perfect- completely funky and very functional. There's even a duck (or chicken) door. And the boys have proclaimed it, 'sooooo cool!'

Wish You Were Here 9/52

Wish You Were Here ...virtual postcards from around the world Dear Friends, This week the boys' room got rearranged. We decided to take apart the bunk beds, since no one had any interest in sleeping in the top bunk. It's a bit cozier in their room, but they like it so much better. We're anxiously awaiting Spring Break next week, no vacation planned, but looking forward to not rushing out the door in the morning. Life is good. xo.

10-on-10: March

'the art of being happy lies in the powerof extracting happiness from common things' - Henry Ward Beecher

Saturday morning.

Filled with snuggles, lounging and laughter. After a long five days, it's soaked up with gratitude. No alarm clocks, no rushing out the door. Just lots of blankets piled around us, cozy and content.

thanks for coming north from the incredible Katy Tuttle; be sure to go south to the wonderful Annie Otzen.

An Afternoon of Art

'Listen to the MUSTN'Ts, child,Listen to the DON'Ts Listen to the SHOULDN'Ts The IMPOSSIBLEs, the WON'Ts Listen to the NEVER HAVEs Then listen close to me- Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.' -Shel Silverstein

Afternoon's filled with art; when the sun is shining, but we don't last long in the piercing cold. Drawing Eagles and flags because the recent Olympics brought with it this new interest. Cutting them up, fitting them in, almost, into that little photo album, that's been sitting empty for years. That little photo album that has become a place for safekeeping, for art you don't want to lose, and other tidbits you treasure.

An afternoon well spent.

Wish You Were Here 8/52

Wish You Were Here ...virtual postcards from around the world Dear Friends, March is here, just like that. We spent Sunday in Pasagshak; hours of fresh air, a warm fire outside, the sounds of the ocean and homemade marshmallows. It was refreshing; it felt like Spring. Life is good. xo

February, Our Everyday

'I remember this day; it was my favorite day.That was summer right? I loved that day. Ella didn't really have fun, but I did' -Covey (while looking at a photo of him, Ry & Ella, disclaimer: Ella had a lot of fun)

At some point each day, I pick up my camera. I find it therapeutic- something incredibly relaxing about really focusing on a particular moment, & documenting it. Then one of my kids picks up a picture from last summer & talks to me about it (above quote), & it solidifies why I capture our every day. To save these memories; it's a form of journaling, of preserving. & just when I think I'm not really going to photography every single day, I do.