Yesterday we had a misty morning and a rainy afternoon. Today I ate lunch on the sunny front step. And so the days bounce back and forth between summer and fall.
Last you heard, here, I was taking a month away from blog land to settle into a new house. A month away became summer vacation, but that back-to-business September energy has finally caught up with me. I'm here with a few tidbits to share.
From Home: This fuzzy friend crashed our front-step lunch. I'm no naturalist, but I would like to know what sort of butterfly he will become (assuming he survives Miss S's adoration). Does anyone know?
From the Studio: I've been adding new listings to the Etsy shop almost daily. Getting the photos right has been tricky this time around, but at some point the listings just have to go live. As fall creeps in, I'm enjoying the simplicity of this burlap table runner. What do you think?
Motherhood is a journey. One that begins, I am convinced, well before the pink line on the pregnancy test.
There's timing to be considered. Career. Finances. The desire to mother grows slowly. It can take time for the stars to align, but then the congratulations roll in. Joy on your own terms.
That's the path of the very lucky.
Some babies arrive on cue. Others never come, though mothers' hearts are waiting.
My own path to motherhood was excruciatingly long. I watched so many others pass ahead of me into the blissful realm of 2am feedings and endless snuggles. I hated Mother's Day, when women who already had it all got flowers and kind words while the child-shaped hole in my heart swallowed me whole.
Until, by the magic of technology and the grace of God, I had my own sweet girl.
Motherhood, it turns out, is worth celebrating. It's not easy watching a piece of my heart race headlong into life. The joy of it is overwhelming.
I am mother to a growing girl, a ray of sunshine, an overflowing helping of joy.
And this year I am also mother to very small shimmer, a heartbeat lost into the arms of Jesus.
I share this because so few people understand that motherhood is heart wrenching even before it begins. Celebrate, yes! But please be kind to a mother in waiting.
Lilacs and a few bluebells. Plopped in a jar with very little fuss. They're bright and fragrant. A very welcome scrap of pretty.
But the real story here is in the background. Boxes in corners are multiplying. Walls are bare, cupboards empty. The real work starts on Thursday when we get keys to the new house. If I don't post for a week or two, feel free to picture me in old jeans, up a ladder with paint on my nose.
These Northwest beaches are nothing like the ones I knew when I was young. My family would drive down down down the mountains to scorch our feet on the blistering hot sand and frolic in the frothy waves.
Here there are more rocks than sand and the water is cold enough to freeze the breath inside you. Even so, the sea is seductive and I am very happy to don windbreaker and rubber boots for a walk on the beach.
G and I did lots of beach walking this weekend. We drove just far enough up the west coast to lose cell coverage and feel distant from the every day. The shapes of the trees suggest that a bracing wind is the norm here.
But we escaped the worst of it by sitting right down on the rocky beach.
The waves blow in then roll the rocks around on the inhale. My favorite beach sound.
This big guy flapped past, harried by some seagulls. Was he stalking their nest? Stealing their fish? We stalked him back -- through three perches until the light and angles were right for portraiture.
A rope swing on the beach. Oh yes! It was an erratic ride between the bouncy tree branch and all that wind, but no one smashed into the tree trunk so it was fun.
Finally a cozy retreat. Rustic but comfortable. Close enough to the water for the waves to flood our dreams.
It's really starting to look like we're moving. Piles of boxes line the dining room walls and the cupboards and cabinets house-wide are increasingly empty. This is all very good, but I've had to slow the packing a bit as we still have to live here for another 4 weeks.
Somewhere in all those boxes are my sewing things. As luck would have it, I'm feeling especially inspired to sew this week. Pawing through fabric and patterns (to pack them) will do that.
So I've been expending my creative energies via crochet. I needed some new dish cloths, so I tried out a couple of patterns and picked my favorite. Then I kept going.
I''m a little obsessed with these flower-topped bundles. They're great fun to line up and admire. These are already up in the Dapple Shop with a few more colours to come.
I've also begun something on a whim because I saw it on Pinterest. Oh Pinterest.
On our walk this morning Miss S and I passed along this bit of sidewalk.
Lovely, isn't it? These trees turn bright orange in the fall and glow with twinkle lights in the winter. As you can see, they sing choruses of pink in the spring. Walking under them, pushing a stroller with one hand, clutching coffee in the other, has become one of my favorite small indulgences. This is the way to the library and the playground, but not for long. I'm going to miss having such ready access to the town centre when we move.
Closer to home, other things are blooming.
Miss S called them Dandy Flowers, and I think they're her favorite. I'm pretty sure the new house will come with a few of these.