Here is a bit of this last week, I also posted it over
here . . . 
I have a weakness for stepping aside from a project to click a few pictures . . .
I question if it depletes my "in the moment" experience,
but I so entirely enjoy catching these glimpses and setting them into a rectangular memory . . .
We measured, drilled holes and tied eight-foot posts together to build a small teepee . . .
In some ways I actually prefer the way it looks at this stage, to after we added the siding.
It is the same with before I add a face to a doll. I always almost stop and want to leave it unfinished. There is something so beautiful and simple before a project is finished . . . Like an unfurnished house, or an empty notebook . . . There is so much possibility still bubbling,
ready to happen . . .
The siding was thin bamboo fencing that we stapled on . . .
Later they were busy children shoveling old goat manure for our vegetable bed . . .
Quite industriously I might add . . .
Then we mixed it with some sand and a few bags of compost . . .
We made postcards . . .
With extraordinarily careful writing to make the messages . . .
And pictures . . .
On a whole, I feel like the kids are as eyes-wide-open as they can be . . .
Then faster than a clam, they can turn off and head in a different direction . . .
Spontaneity without responsibility . . . a piece of being a child that doesn't get to last,
but let them fly with it while they can.
~ Marica
And fresh young strawberries...
And fresh young strawberries...
