Monday, April 27, 2015

Fleeting


I'm a morning person, always have been, always will be. But then I became a mother, and this sweet little being that I birthed into the world decided mornings were for cluster feeding and snuggling. So I did what all of us mothers on this journey do, I surrendered. I sank into those mornings, moving between sleep and consciousness as my little man nursed on and off, slept and snuggled close. Every once in awhile, especially as he got older, I would try to sneak out of bed and reclaim my mornings, but it wasn't to be. For five and half years we spent the early morning hours doing what we did in his early days, snuggling, nursing and sleeping. Slowly the morning nursing came to an end, he stopped waking so early to snuggle, and I managed to slowly reclaim my mornings, for real this time. I thought with the shift, I might begin to hear the pitter patter of little feet when he woke up, sneaking out of his room to find me, but instead I hear his little voice calling "Mommy", and I go to him. I climb in under the covers, and we snuggle. We don't say much at first, I let him slowly take in the day, and I breathe in every bit of him, and then I say our little morning verse,

"The light opens up and I walk in,
the day invites me to begin.
I ask the day how shall I start,
says the day, with a wish upon my heart."

I ask him about his wish for the day, and I share mine. We snuggled a little longer, chat about the day ahead, and then get up and begin to move through our morning rhythm.

As I laid snuggling with him one morning last week, and he curled in tightly to my arms, I realized how fleeting these mornings are. Once last week, it was Justin he called, and a few weeks ago I did hear the pitter patter of little feet as he quietly got up. I know the day will come, far too soon, when our morning ritual together will end, so for now I sink into each and every one, soaking up this precious time with my little man.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

We Found Them




We found the first flowers of spring on our hike this morning....coltsfoot. It was so exciting to see these beautiful, bright, yellow flowers peeking up from the forest floor as we walked. It certainly brought a smile to my face. Reece and I will head back later this week to harvest some of those beautiful flowers to make coltsfoot honey.

Let the foraging begin!

Saturday, April 25, 2015

17/52

 "A photo of my little man, once a week, every week, in 2015"
 
Reece, we had a return to cooler weather this week. The days were a mix of rain, hail, snow, and repeat, day after day. It was crazy, but fun! We bundled up and hit the trails for a little hike yesterday. The water in the creek was flowing fast, and you and your little friend were busy tossing sticks over the bridge, into the water, and then watching them float away on the current. The two of you played like this for quite awhile. I love that a few sticks and some water are all you need for a fun time.

Joining Jodi for the 52 Project

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Better Than Flowers








Many husbands bring home flowers for their wives, mine brings home rope. Yes, you read that right, rope. I am sure many of you have seen the wonderful rope vessels being made by Maya and Amanda, well, Sunday night I shared them with Justin, and Monday afternoon he came home with rope. Rope!

We woke to rain on Tuesday, and after our morning nature walk, Reece busied himself with a little project, and I found my hands sitting idle, itching to do something creative. I had cast off a knitting project on Sunday, and as of yet had not cast anything else on, so I considered grabbing some yarn and needles and getting started on my next project, but then I saw the rope sitting by my sewing machine. That was all needed to get started.

These are addictive my friends, and so much fun! As the sewing machine hummed along, my little man popped out to see what I was working on, and stood amazed at what was happening. He declared the first one his, and I surprised him by adding a little red, his favourite colour, to the top. He loved it! The second one was all mine, and while I was hoping to make it a little bigger, I fortunately looked up just as my thread was running out. I quickly finished it, and was so very pleased.

So many ideas are floating around in my head, dreams of bowls, baskets, and bags, oh my! Dying rope, painting rope, using different ropes, goodness there are so many ideas. There are plans for the weekend to buy more thread and rope, and then the vessel making will begin again.

And yes, rope is much better than flowers.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Visiting the Fish Ladder









As I shared last week, we have a morning nature walk ritual in our home. For the most part our nature walks take place just outside our front door, but two times during the week we head to local conservation areas. On Wednesday's we spend the morning in the woods with friends, and on Friday mornings I take Reece and his little friend for a hike. Last Friday I had a pretty good feeling that the rainbow trout would be making their way upstream to spawn, so we headed to the fish ladder to take a peek.

You might remember the fish ladder from our visit in the fall to witness the salmon run. It is a pretty amazing spot, and incredible to sit back on the rocks and watch the fish jump up the ladder. It isn't an easy journey to reach the shallow waters to spawn, but they are determined, jumping from the water, trying desperately to make it up and over. I silently cheer every time one makes it up.

We sat for a while, watching them, and then we moved to the top of the ladder, and the calmer waters, to watch as they swam further upstream to spawn.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

16/52

 "A photo of my little man, once a week, every week, in 2015"
 
Reece, gosh, I love you. There is so much joy in my soul when I look at you, so much love in my heart. You are an amazing person, and I am so very lucky to spend my days learning and growing with you. Thank you for choosing me, little man, there is no one else I would want to be walking this journey with.

Joining Jodi for the 52 Project

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Morning Nature Walk


















Morning nature walks are a ritual that started when Reece was a baby. In the beginning he would be in a soft carrier, close to me as we walked along admiring Mother Nature. Later, he would sit in the stroller pointing out interesting things, getting out to walk a little bit, and then jumping back in when his little legs got tired. And finally, once he was old enough, he walked beside me, holding my hand, or running ahead, free and wild. We love these walks, usually just the two of us, but some days, the three of us when the little one who homeschools with us is here.

We are fortunate to have wonderful neighbours who have carved trails throughout their forested property, and give us free access to them. We take a short walk up the road from our home, to our access point, and away we go, walking in the woods.

We were on a mission earlier this week to find the first flowers of spring, and while we searched high and low, we didn't find any. Little hands did find some wonderful seed heads and shared them, with a giggle, as they floated through the air. Those same hands carefully brushed away some leaves to find the first trillium shoots peeking out from the ground, and with much excitement started counting them. He had a wonderful time, just wandering and enjoying his time in the woods.

I followed along, snapping pictures here and there, enjoying the stillness of the woods, the sunshine, and the hope and promise that comes, not only with this time of year, but with our morning nature walk.

How about you, do you have a morning nature walk ritual?