Memories In My Laundry Room

Things, stuff, inanimate objects that festoon our nest and give us something to look at and at times something much more. Years ago, we purchased this piece of furniture.Impulsive perhaps as we didn’t know what we were going to do … Continue reading

Pocket Full of Posies

We love our clothing with pockets. Even though the brisk winds have adjourned for some time, it’s still fun to rest tiny hands in secretly stitched pockets.And even though we don’t go searching for bouquets, we do find an occasional … Continue reading

Summer Harvest

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

Golden Boy

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

Uncovered

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

Tempted

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

No One’s The Wiser

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

Red

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

Dream-stealing

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

Singing the Blues

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