Sarah is still off work from her surgery so now that the school year is done this seems to be what she’s focusing on. She’s collecting older antique & vintage dictionaries & turning the images into pendants and adding her own homemade embellishments. I think they look really good. Hoping to build an inventory for Etsy or to rent a table at a local Farmer’s Market.
Entrepreneurials, that’s what I’m calling the post Millenials. They have been raised by genX & yet have the internet at the fingertips to gain skills & to market themselves & their skills. Love it.
from within the narrow tunnel
the howling paroxysm
of the sunspent sky
cunvulsions of hail & lightning
& all that had been, so subtle
so touched with that fair tip of
summer’s brush was blown wild & wide
with gaping seams torn, jagged gentle agonies tossed about like refuse
common became the corpse of such spendor
we sat, ragged & a little beyond,
in the netherworld, waking, but still finding the nightmare
lives & breathes, on & on
(Below, a small clip after it felt safe enough to return to the main floor after waking the kids & taking them to the basement)
Our neighbour is a little wrecked up and that was the worst storm I’ve personally been in. Was super loud & super scary. Brief. But scary. Other parts of the city didn’t even get rain, while at our house it was so loud between the hail, the debris, the rain, and the wind I wasn’t sure that it wasn’t a tornado at the time. I was definitely concerned the willow would blow over. Had to get the kids out of possible harm’s way. Better safe than sorry. Made last week’s wind storm look like a sweet tree balet. I’ve never seen the trees bend that way. Wild weather these days.
Summer comes & goes quickly & winter comes back far too soon, but right at this moment, summer feels lovely & fresh.
The kids spent the weekend peeling sticks & twigs from willow branches that were downed in last week’s wicked wind storm, I think they make great decoration.
I was concerned the garden wouldn’t survive absence this summer, so I planted lettuce & kale & let the chives & dill & last years unharvested onions take over. I put in an Icelandic Poppy that should naturalize in the cracks of the stones & provide a draw for pollinators. I planted Lupins & hardy flowering succulents. I lost two blueberries to winterkill, so now I’m down to two left, and hoping they survive because the few berries they produce are delicious.
Artsy-ing with my kids…top one is mine, but the rest are Spitfire’s. My kids love my art & I love theirs. It’s a special bond. After a day of relentless housework, I’d been craving art so bad & they insisted I join them in chalk drawing. Just what the doctor ordered…