June 13, 2014
Today is chilly enough to pull the covers over my legs and wrap a shawl around my shoulders. It's chilly enough for hot coffee and a warm bowl of soup, but it's still not so uncomfortable that I would dare shut my window. The fresh air feels too nice in the lungs and on the tip of the nose.
Since re-arranging the bedroom a few months back, the corner of our bed nearest the window has become my favorite place to work. Often the cats will hop up and snuggle in for warmth, Wren burrowed somewhere beneath the covers, and Berger at my feet. We can stay like this for hours, especially on cool days like today.
It's hard to believe it'll be 90°F in just one week according to the forecast. I'm not a warm weather person, so I'm glad to retreat to the beach for the weekend where it'll stay nice and cool and windy. I'm already looking forward to the salty air and wind burnt cheeks. Maybe we can even start a campfire and roast some s'mores.
These are some images from last summer's beach trip to Beverly Beach. We stayed in an amazing cabin with two small loft areas for sleeping accessible by ladders. The place was made with rich, cool wood, and felt like a treehouse. Plus, it had access to two trails that led to two very different beach experiences.
The first day we were there, we went down the left trail where all the people and the surfers hang. It was nice in its own way, but Matt and I were much more interested in exploring the trail on the right that led to the tide pools. That trail led us to some of the most amazing beach sites I've ever seen, including the family of seals you see in the top two beach images. Their coats blended so well with the surrounding rocks that we weren't aware of them until we were almost standing on top of them.
Beverly Beach now ranks as one of my favorite beach locations of all-time, and I'm anxious to go back someday, but that's not where we're going this next weekend. This upcoming beach trip will be a whole new adventure, and I'm so looking forward to it. It will be the first of (hopefully) many summer adventures to come this year.
Are you looking forward to any adventures this summer?
June 4, 2014
Except in winter when there's very little growing, I've adopted the habit of refreshing my cut flower bouquets at least once per week with whatever happens to be outside the door (or poking through from a neighbor's yard). Sometimes this means bouquets of ferns and sticks in fall, or dandelions and leafy branches in early spring. Right now, it means bright pink roses and peonies, and they smell divine.
June 2, 2014
May has been such a breath of fresh air for me that I'm a little sad to see it go. That's not to say I'm not happy for the arrival of June. June is my birthday month after all, and this year will be my 30th - a milestone birthday. Luckily I don't (yet) seem to be afflicted with the anxiety that comes from aging and wrinkles and unruly gray strands. Maybe I'm immune to it? Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. I'd like to think I can be at peace with my life no matter what stage I manage to progress to, but I can't predict my future thoughts on such things. In any case, I'm glad to put my 20's behind me. Especially my early 20's.
As for May, I've spent a good portion of the month outside in the garden. Lately I've been planting all the seedlings that have been growing in my window since March. And true to my newfound obsession with flowers, I've been making mixed baskets for our deck railings and hangers. I have baskets near our front and back door, the side of the chicken coop, and have plans for many more to come.
-On Pathalogical Consumption.
-May garden tips.
-A closet makeover. I'm a sucker for getting rid of things that are never worn, and methods for tiny space organization.
-The incredible edible... violet?
-Eva's post on her trip to Southern Thailand completely captured me. Plus - those curries!
-Brainpickings: The Definitive Manifesto for Handling Haters: Anne Lamott on Priorities and How We Keep Ourselves Small by People-Pleasing
-And, finally, audiobooks! These have made my morning commute less evil. So far, I've "read" Ready Player One by Ernest Cline, and Assassin's Apprentice (Farseer Trilogy, #1) by Robin Hobb (real name: Margaret Astrid Lindholm Ogden), and I've enjoyed both books. I confess, it's a little hard to get over the audiobook narrators. I would probably enjoy reading much more from my own head rather than having the story interpreted and told to me by someone else, but it's still enthralling enough to keep me out of trouble (read: road rage) while I'm driving.
May Egg Count
Amy: 28 Eggs
Total: 91 Eggs
Not bad considering this month's excessive broodiness. Starbuck and Seven were struck with it twice, and Milly once. Amy seems to be the only of our chickens immune to the urges of motherhood.