Sheepish

This moment

 

Happy Friday one and all!

To market, to market

Scenes from opening day of the Ottawa Farmer's Market along the Byron St. path.   

 

I feel very lucky to be involved in this one again.

I say hello

With a weekend full of goodness under my belt (not to mention some Mother's Day doughnuts), the week ahead seems to be starting off in a more positive light than the last.  So, I say hello Monday, how shall we begin?

Show me the goods

I've got no photographic evidence that this week ever happened.

What I do have is dirt under my fingernails.  The makings of my summer coloring, which is not so pasty white as it is in winter.  Chronically dirty feet.  Sand in the bed, and the couch and in various spots all over the house.

I've got beans and chard and kale and spinach all sprouting outdoors at the same time.  I've got cayenne pepper at the ready in case the squirrels begin their annual foray into my veggie patches.  

The days are full.  My mind is full and so is my heart...my camera...not so much.

Happy weekend all.

Note to self

This week has the makings of the type that pushes the buttons that sometimes need pushing....the type that stretches you by reminding you that things can't always feel good or easy.    Time to dig deeper Karen.

 

The reluctant pants

Ever find yourself talking to yourself and a piece of fabric?  Using words that start out with a coaxing kind of slant to them...and escalating to the point of being quite rude to the certain piece of fabric?  

Oh, no me neither...just thought I would ask.

 The following are some pictures of a project that went together seamlessly (heehee), and left me feeling like a truly gifted seamstress.

I suppose at the end of it all, once said fabric is wrestled (I mean, sewn) into place, all that matters is that the pants end up amongst all the playthings on a seven-year old's floor.

:-)

Owl sighting - Check

When I thought about where I would be when this dream was realized, I never imagined it would be in our own very urban park....

Just one tree over from where the girls were climbing trees, there it was.  In case it isn't obvious, there sits a Barred Owl - for reals.  After the initial sighting (thank you Kaia!) the steady stream of children and adults alike didn't seem to phase this guy.  And upon first light the next morning, it was as if he had never been there.  Pure magic.

 

Longer days

The irony of longer days is not lost on me.  Somehow, despite the increased amount of daylight, the list of things to do blossoms as well.   This is just me making a mental note...not of the complaining type....just a note to self if you will.

 

Intentions, once again

Because while trying to live each moment with intention often requires planning,  some times (arguably the best times) are completely spontaneous and involve a seven year old with a beautiful heart.

Living with intention

After watching from the sidelines last year, I decided that this year would be different - I was going to join in with KCW and sew my littlest some summer finery.   

Here is the first in a line of projects that will hopefully see Hazel through until late summer.  It came first at her request.  In a stategic move that made me, as her mama, warm all the way through, Hazel asked me to make her a dress like the ones I have made this Spring for myself.   What can I say?  She knows the way to her mama's heart, and what to ask for and get action on!

 

 

Up next?  Some shorts.  In my world, living with intention almost always requires a list and plenty of planning.