This weekend we headed back to the woods, to revel in the beauty of northern Wisconsin in nearly full-color. This time I went with my family, back to the cabin and the river we all know so well. The weekend brimmed with goodness. We…
Foraged. The last of the apples (for cider) and rose hips with my sister and my girl. Raspberry leaf and Labrador tea with my kids, to dry for winter use.
I knitted. A lot. In the sunshine on the dock beneath the yellow leaves. I somewhat-finished two projects, if that's non-commital enough. (More on these projects soon.)
I sewed. A new serged skirt out of four black thrift store t-shirts. And also some snack mats and napkins for the kids. (I'll share more on these projects later in the week as well.)
I walked. Hand-in-hand with Sage. With Pete. And Lupine. I walked with my sister who I don't see as often as I'd like. And also in rare solitide deep into the woods. I walked in awe of nature, of quiet, of color, of light, and of time.
Oh, my. I love it here.
And I watched my kids learn. "Stump-shooting." Math. Fire-starting. Sibling-negotiation-skills. Trebuchet construction and firing techniques. (Yes. Really. And gigantic cross bow building if you must know.) (Again, more later this week.)
And so, we're home. Washing clothes and canning the last of the tomatoes from the garden and finding our at-home rhythm once more. I'm glad to be back. Your words – in both comments and emails – have been missed.