Thursday, April 17

the earnest hen

These are a friend's chickens but I wish they were ours. I'm pretty close to making chickens happen here; they are such funny birds. At the waldorf school where Cedar and I have a parent toddler class on mondays, I always bring some rice cakes to feed the free-ranging chickens. I generally manage to pick one up and love on it for a while. Calling them - cu-cu-cu-coo? - brings them on the run, looking as if they are holding up their skirts. Such earnestness. And then all week cu-cu-coo? peppers Cedar's monologues.

Sunday, April 13

a ramblin' man

A stick, a puddle and his pup not far off and he's good to go.

Saturday, April 12

the blue box

So this is where I've been these past couple of weeks, I suppose! Making these fun little spots for Cedar like the sand play area(s) (there's another to show you) and this useful box. I remember loving tiny spaces, like under my headboard or in the linen closet. Do you remember being so small you could fit into the Tupperware cupboard? This box is simply a toy box from which I unscrewed the lid. He lays inside it and also flips it over to stand on or use as a worktable for his play dough.

Friday, April 11

the unusual sandbox

last december

... and 4 months later (this week) 

It took me awhile to finish up this simple play area which I began before winter hit us. But it is now done, and we love it. It feels so good to fiddle around in.

Thursday, April 3

We drop into bed exhausted and sleep the sleep of the just

We have been digging and raking, planting and building rock walls, moving earth and shrieking (in delight) at worms (Cedar has) and cooking and tracking mud on our shoes. Sowing flower seeds, soaking in sunshine and waiting on cloudy days. Building enormous bonfires at night after Cedar goes to bed. Dreaming. Planning.

Making it happen.

More soon.

xo Brooke

Friday, March 28

Thursday, March 27

second breakfast

Is whatever dada is eating.