A hummingbird beats its tiny wings seventy times per second, that’s 4,200 times per minute…that’s a lot of energy for such a little thing! Middle Bear (yes, I’m still fretting about him) is also smaller than the rest of the … Continue reading
quizzed me about fireflies…he’s never seen them and is eager for their arrival to witness them illuminating the yard. Just a little more patience, while the evenings still have a chill in the air, they won’t be flickering around here … Continue reading
as in a locker room and all the bare body parts glistening under the unflattering fluorescent lights, right there inscribed in paper by his teachers about middle bear’s brazen behavior in the classroom. Why wasn’t this brought up in the … Continue reading
not by a luscious fruit, nor by a fragrant-luring flower but a bench. It wasn’t a sculptured beauty, a simple wooden structure that felt just right at the time. Baby bear wandered into the direction of a park bench away … Continue reading
While I was making a coconut carrot cake, I mentioned to Papa Bear that I was going to ask the boys to help me hide the eggs for the great hunt on Sunday. He told me that middle bear was … Continue reading
If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound? Yes, loud and clear! Adios hazy, silent days of winter and bienvenido seniorita primavera. I didn’t know leaves could rustle so loudly but when you are surrounded by … Continue reading
That’s right the robust winds and heavy wet snow falling from the sky have me shivering on my stone-cold kitchen floor. March has bestowed us with illusionary behaviors, down-right dream-stealing, that only leave me to console sullen bears. Not so … Continue reading
With freshly painted hues flanking northern and eastern facing windows, our kitchen sings the blues while most who live here slumber deeply into the inky early morning hours. As we wake one bear at a time and trudge through our … Continue reading
A lot can happen in a day around here, a two-hour school delay because of the flakes that accumulated overnight but not dense enough of a blanket to last late afternoon due to rapidly rising temperatures that still warn us … Continue reading
Maybe our latest move is not something to be understood but to be pondered upon…and yes our new entrance stopped me in my tracks to do just that. The sweet sun pierced her rays through our window, an emergence from … Continue reading
Roses are red, violets are blue, we wish winter would rest his weary head so that we may wake to the oh-so-sweet morning dew. This winter-wonderland is where our favorite rosy-cheek friend resides. (Oh, how we love that jolly ‘ole soul.) But a peak of sunshine—even if it were to make us squint would indeed be a step toward our grand ‘ole goal. We had our fun making snow angels and a big, round snowman we affectionately named Rico, slurping swirling marshmallows in steamy hot cocoa, and sticking out our tongues to catch the angelic floating flakes. Please, oh please sunshine come warm our frozen toes for old time’s sake. How we long to swing under your comforting rays and admire your vibrant sunsets on long summer days. Good things might come to us if we wait; we trust in your brilliance to deliver our fate. Until then we’ll enjoy these savory chocolate hearts, however, don’t be a stranger or stray too far away. 
I wrote this for a Valentine’s card five years ago when we were in a not-so-sunny place. May the sun warm up your nest if this Valentine’s finds you in a frigid state. XX and OO, XX and OO to all you winter brave-hearts. 
As you can see from my little one’s expression–he was not a fan of the Adirondack crisp country air he had experienced–more content to be digging in the earth or harvesting oranges–our very first ones ever! Sweet little somethings indeed…you don’t need a lot of space, just a patch here and there and not much water. These citrus treats are from our dwarf tree in a pot and they came through for us just in time for something sweet today. Happy Valentine’s Day!
