While on a recent trip to Colonial Williamsburg (see Williamsburg in the 21st Century: An Insider’s Guide), I purchased some feather quills, natural inks, and handmade paper books for the children to write in. Last night while I made dinner, Oliver decided to give old fashion illustration a try. I’m not sure which is more charming, the pictures of the process or the actual drawings themselves.
Scenes from our recent trip with the cousins at Silver Lake in Utah. Beautiful country!
Brighton ski resort
cousins in Twin Lake
mountain wildflower bouquet
Solvi in the twilight marsh
early morning boardwalk walk in search of moose (Saw 3 later that day!)
Silver Lake marsh and boardwalk
Silver Lake morning light
purple mountain flower
flower princess catches a ride
Silver Lake reflection
mountain flower field
“Peanut” the ground squirrel
Oliver and the Silver Lake view
As many of you know, our Cape Cod cottage was featured in Remodelista: A Manual for the Considered Home. Today, the sublime blog featured even more images and outtakes from the book, as part of their cottage week. Here are some of my favorites by New Zealand photographer Matthew Williams. See Remodelista for more.
I think this is the second (or is it the third?) time I’ve entitled a post about Solvi thus. She’s always watching, always taking in.
Yesterday Solvi picked the sweetest posie featuring, of course, grass. Excellent, expressive, delicate swaths of it. To these sweeping tendrils she added what for a six-year-old girl is the most restrained application of color: one purple spear of Veronica and a single pink phlox. She also selected, as an integral part of her arrangement, the accompanying rock. “You need to put this by the vase, Mom.”
See, chip off the ole block.
more experiments with flowers and grass…
on my dining table with: lavender, Russian sage, Veronica, sweet pea, grape vine, grasses, and other weeds
While beaching it the other day, Oliver, Solvi and I spent a good hour conjuring a sea dragon from mussel shells, rocks, and seaweed. Then Oliver sketched the following characterization in the sand.
Enormous sea serpent, known for its friendly attitude and poisonous tail.
Most fearsome dragon in the ocean.”
It looks small in pictures, but it was actually about 6 feet long.
Those of us who are lucky
(or perhaps just really still)
may glimpse the faerie queen.
Amongst the flower bed,
a wee posie,
fortune conveyed by a tiny friend.
A quick smile,
(She has seen you too.)
Then with a flit,
she’s off again.
More wonders to behold.
The more time I spend in my cottage the more “decorative objects” I take away. Am I getting more minimal? In a way, but really what I’m doing is leaving room for the ephemeral – cut flowers, which, week by week mark the progress of the season, reflect my changing mood.
So far this summer, all of my arrangements have included grass.
While partaking in a time-honored family tradition of harvesting fresh flowers preferably some of which are not your own, I ventured across the road to Gramma’s garden. It still hosts her favorite blooms, but since her death it has gone to seed a bit, allowing tall grasses to spring up amongst the plants. I liked the way they looked. So I included some in my arrangement.
To everyone else these weeds add texture, height, and “visual interest” to my bouquets. But to me, while the flowers remind me of Gramma’s life, the grass acknowledges her death. And for some reason that seems important right now.
Remember Sheila’s “installation with razor clams” on her living room shelf? This week, I too got creative with these elongated shellfish, when, inspired by the porcelain works at Parma Lilac, I created a razor clam (or Atlantic Jackknife Clam to be more precise) lamp shade. See Gardenista for a complete tutorial.
Uncle Mon shows off the haul from one walk on the beach.
bleaching razor clams on the deck
supplies for the lamp
the base: a pendant from Hammers and Heels
my finished lamp
Donned in their souvenirs from my recent trip to Colonial Williamsburg, the kids do their best imitation of Revolutionary-era children.