Me too, Me too, I do, I do

Yes...

......YES, I Do... LOVE.......

Don't you just

LOVE FLOWERS?

We Are All Artists

Today, (out of nowhere) Dec asked me what colors you mix to make blue...

I hesitated.

He filled the empty space that hung between his question and my answer by telling me he'd check one of his art books because an artist wrote it and artists know what two colors make other colors.



We are all artists. I interjected. You don't need to consult your books - I know enough to answer this one.



I continued: Nonie is an artist because she loves to make finger paintings using her applesauce and yogurt. Dec laughed and rolled his eyes. Looking at him I said: You are an artist when you make the most creative vehicles out of legos each morning. Then I realied, He wasn't really buying it - so I left the subject alone.

Later, over dinner, I found myself saying to Dame - if you had suggested we make a lasagna for dinner tonight I would have said that we didn't have the ingredients. The only lasagna ingredient I knew for certain we had was the box of lasagna from the depths of our cupboard which had not been opened in more than a year because we just never had all the proper lasagna ingredients.


But our babysitter was able to whip up the most incredible lasagna. Today. Out of what? I just don't know. We didn't have mozzarella, or ricotta - yet I taste both of those tastes when I bite into it.

Her incredible ability to create the most delicious meals out of ingredients I never knew existed in my very own kitchen - both amazes and inspires me.

I am an artist, but tonight I can't help but wonder how often I've had all the supplies I've needed to create a truly wonderful work of art and never even slowed down enough to notice the palette before me and consider my vast options.
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In case Dec stumped you: blue is a primary color like red and yellow, there are no two colors that make blue. It just is.

Sweet Views

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

You belong with your love on your arm

You belong somewhere you feel free.

LOVE my peeps.

Lyrics by TP. Not me.

Remeberies....

There are some moments that just need to be captured, and then they will be immortalized through time. These moments are not only in photo or video, but also in our memories. We are doing so many amazing things every day, I wonder what small moments, or sayings, we will be talking about when we are old. I was recalling a story the other day about a very stubborn Leen who proclaimed “I can do what I can do!!” I am not even sure what she could or would or was attempting TO do, but I will always remember that was her statement. The other day I was also telling Mads about the days of gas. I believe it was also our little Leen who believed “gas” to be a very delicious peppermint patty that was ALWAYS obtained whenever Granny would fill up the tank at the “gas” station. Then one day when there was no “gas” (it must have been around the time that debit/credit cards were accepted, and there was no longer a need to go INTO the store), Leen learned the real truth…I can’t wait to see what comes up in our crazy world and what the little ones around us will interpret. So much fun, so little time to write about it!!
Good luck tonight campers, I have more bugs in my house then you probably have in your tents!!! XOXO

Stowe good.

Cousins ...

Take leisurely strolls from the pool
Lick ice cream cones on main street
Gondola to the top and hike way far down
Cycle in circles
Compare bug bites and paper airplanes
Build pillow & blanket forts in earnest
Picnic in the grass
Sleep soundly sleep soundly sleep soundly
Wonder at the rain
Wiggle through shopping sessions
Pick wildflowers

(while) Sisters...

laugh and learn and love
(and stay up way too late)

Summer. Stowe Good.