proud of my lilt through the sky

we've planted something shady and secret. my mother-in-law will be glad to know that the plants she gave so generously to us did not sit in their plastic pots and die of dehydration. rather, while henry took a surprise nap and while jude played silly with joe in the yard, i dug and watered and plunked the things into the earth and stood back with arms crossed to survey the job well done.

henry has figured out how to use the screen on the back of the camera to get the shot he wants!





not bad, considering the breaking in two of the trowel midway through the project. astonishing what can be done with a jagged piece of metal, blood-sweat-and-tear determination, and a little slice of precious time.





two new dream creams. one (ten!) eaten off of a stolen spoon. another (eleven!) brought late in the evening by my parents to share under the backyard's tree of light. jude slept on the couch. the listen-for-the-baby monitor was plugged haphazardly into the lights on the tree making us just a little less cool than we are perceived to be at first meeting and glance.



the weather has cooled, slowing the production of greenemama freckles. my arms are browning and i seem unconcerned. methinks the former slatherings of sunblock (spf 50) may not be repeated this summer. i'm not sure why this is, i know that the sun can kill me, that these tanned arms could one day look like red and wrinkled hot dogs. somehow, today i'm shrugging my light brown shoulders at this. a kind of liberation.