Friday, December 6, 2013

drip. drip. drop: painting

Usually it starts like this:

I love my youngest son's face in this shot. ha!

and ends up like this:

Or it starts like this:

and ends up beautiful, like this:
wet on wet watercolor paintings

This day, it started like this, with little water drops from a dropper:

and this boy's idea to use water color instead of plain water

on paper 
switching colors
into and onto the painting

Reminded us of this Mother of Thousands plant. She produces delicate little drops, hanging off of her leaves, which in turn turn into plants themselves. Art is amazing. Nature is amazing. I love our Creator.

This particular day ended with this: 
violet leaves from the yard

violet lemon water
“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.” 
― Oscar WildeThe Picture of Dorian Gray

herb garden

Whatchoo talkin about, Willis?!

Dreaming of sleep

                        "...because I'm not  sleepy and I need to wear my rain coat while I eat, that's why."

"I want to sleep by myself. ALL by myself."

 "NO, I do not want you to wash my face. I'm not sleepy."

Cocked and loaded, just in case.  

Willow and Joopy

"I'm just going to sit here for a second (sec*on)...and I need wrapped" She calls all covers or blankets "wraps".

"I'm 6. People that are 6 do NOT take naps, Mama!"

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Feast of Days. New day.

My boys are studying Native American culture this year. Cherokee Feast of Days: "An invitation to come sit down for the Feast of Days that begins new every morning. When the sun breaks through the far side of the woods and sprays gold beneath ancient oaks, it is time to turn over a new leaf and celebrate a new beginning. The Cherokee way is to know the past is gone. Though a thread still links us to it in many ways, it no longer holds us captive, no longer keeps our feet on the Trail of Tears. We have new wisdom and understanding, and we dare to put down yesterday to reach for a new day. We study to be quiet, take care of business, work with our hands and rejoice in our spirits. The best is yet to come." Nice, eh?

Friday, October 18, 2013


"A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember." ~inspired by Soulemama

I i for Iquana! letter of the week: Ii

The letter is I-i for this week. I found this post that I never published and so, since I've been missing here, I decided to post it.

We went to Sweet Frog for I-I-Ice Cream. Yah, it's really frozen yogurt but you know...close enough.


"when I go to heaven ,on the way there, IN the atmosphere, will Jesus know that I cannot survive without a space suit on the WAY to heaven and keep me from dying?? will he know to keep me alive until I get there. I cannot BREATHE in the universe, way OUT THERE, without it, will He know, can you tell him???!!!"  

I-I-i insects (plastic/rubber) frozen inside this ice block

their job is to find and dig out the I-I-i-insects I-I-Inside the I-I-ice

this was so much fun!

                                                 There you go! I-I-i-i fun for the week.