Half a cake

j and l oceanside
The day before the solstice, we went to the beach. We were sweatshirted up, expecting June Gloom, but there was not a cloud in sight when we pulled into the parking lot. The Pacific was sparkling green-blue over gray, celebrating the sun with us. We peeled off the layers, and the kids raced on the sand, and our hands were sticky with peach juice and it felt like summer was starting.  Continue reading

A particular wish

LulionWith the springtime falling of rain, our yard washed over with dandelions. As each came into its own puffy fluffy fullness, Lucas would find it. Each newly-found dandelion was a discovery, a delight, a cause for celebration. And after each celebration there was a pause, while he considered to what use he should put this particular wish. Then his lips would pucker like a kiss, and with a whoosh the seeds would sail into the air, off on their own adventures and (I suspect) eventually coming back round to our own weed-riddled grass, to sprout and to grow and to flower again. Continue reading

A nudge

sconesAndLuThere are many brands of maternal guilt that can swamp us. The version I’m currently swimming through involves failing to notice, despite three days worth of complaints about “itchy” hands, that my son was having a life-threatening allergic reaction to an antibiotic. I did notice, eventually – right around the moment he woke up covered in head-to-toe, blistering welts, his eyes swollen to bloodshot slits. Continue reading

This one

citrusToday was my co-op day for Jacob’s class. I was working outside, at the round brown table under the big juniper tree, helping the kids make flowers out of enormous coffee filters and green pipe cleaners. They painted them with liquid water colors – vibrant springtime greens and pinks and oranges, yellows and purples, bright turquoise. Jacob and a handful of other kids concentrated on their blooms as his teacher and I watched. “I love the colors,” I said.

“I picked them for spring,” she said.  Continue reading

Digging in

LuBarbI spent an hour today sitting on the couch, looking out the big windows into the yard. I was holding a slumped, sleeping boy; Alice Munro’s words (What there is time for is looking out the window … ) and the weight of his fever-warm head kept me from propping him against the pillows and Getting Something Done. Instead through that golden wedge of afternoon, I gazed at our fading open-house landscaping and imagined the very chicken corral that of late I am set on building.  It will have Continue reading

Recuperating

breadThere has been a nasty stomach bug going around our preschool (and hey, if that’s not a good lead-in for a food blog then I don’t know what is). It hit our house, or rather our car, last Friday, just as the boys and I were backing out of the driveway. We were planning to visit the tidepools, have a picnic, and maybe watch The Mavericks. But then Lucas said “Mommy? I’m not hungry for lunch.” What happened next … well. Two days later we gave up and bought Lucas a new car seat.  Continue reading