She dresses herself these days. And now I realize that I was stifling this awesomeness by dressing her in humdrum matchy-matchy ensembles that did nothing to reflect her true sartorially splendid personality. (Picture from last week.)
A little girl. Due at the end of July.
Such an assortment of things waiting on my kitchen table. In no particular order. A box of jams and jellies waiting to be sent to my aunt (cherry-blackcurrant, rhubarb-ginger, blueberry-lime, oh my!) A jar of homemade kirsch that my neighbor brought over, made with cherries from his trees, waiting for the right recipe, the right drink, but already reduced by sips. A piece of a ducks wing found under an eagle’s perch, just the metacarpus and the primary feathers, the radius and ulna already picked clean and snapped off. That is waiting to be examined under the stereoscope by the girls or stolen off the table by the dogs, whoever gets there first. Waiting to be read: the New York Times Book Review, the New Yorker, The Economist. Paperwhites, planted in a blue glazed pot and stretching towards the sun. (I am waiting for those to bloom.)
Licked: The Aftermath.
It is a lot of skiing but someone has to do it.
If, for some reason, you live here and you do not cross country ski, may I suggest that you reconsider…
This picture is called: ‘I don’t know how to take pictures of auroras, but it was really cool, believe me.”
Time spent not getting along with the people whom you love and the people who love you is just wasted time. Give your siblings a hug today if you can!
She looks like a miniature Russian oligarch with her shades on and her furry hat and her designer suit and her sweet ride.
A little visit with my all-time favorite winter bird,flashing a fantastic profile for my picture. Say hello to my new Dipper Kitchen logo model. Work it!
A happy trio out enjoying the wind and the cold.
Local News for Feb. 20, 2014 -
AlaskaRosalie on your Radio. My essay is about three minutes from the end of the local news for 20 February at khns.org at the 8:30 mark. Hope you listen and I always love to get comments…
I feel most free when I am skating. (Photo RML)
This one was glad to come home to the snow. I raced her on skis to the weir and she beat me by crossing in front of me, falling down, and then crawling across the finish line. A competitor after my own heart. (photo RML)