Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
all photos by Aisling, July 26, 2009
1) Night Beacon Daylily 2) Queen Anne's Lace and a little worker 3) Along the Front Garden looking south
4) Proof that two little boys share this garden with me 5)(Peach) Cannes Lily, with butterfly weed and artemesia 6)Ester Lilies in Moon Garden 7) Pink Freckle Faced Lily (my name for it; I think it is Sorbonne, but I need to look it up in my records) 8) Lovely Fragrant Hyperion Daylilies 9) self sown Black Eyed Susans
Perhaps you've guessed from my choice of quote this morning, that it is raining here today. It is, and has been for most of this week. Our basement is flooded, our little dirt lane washed out on the edges, our yard and gardens soggy. I will walk in the rain if it slows down something less than the downpour that is going on as I write this, though taking photographs may be really difficult!
If you have time to stroll today, and if your weather permits, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling today:
Ruth at Musings of an Everyday Woman
Heather at Heather's Homemaking
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Nan at Letters from a Hill Farm
Me, here at the Quiet Country House
Cloudhands at Uncarved Block
Abbie at Farmer's Daughter
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
You can’t tell how beat up and stained the counter tops are, because there are usually some dirty dishes stacked there. This reminds me of two things: the people in the house are busy doing things other than washing dishes and lots of good food has been prepared, from scratch, in this kitchen. The evidence… pots, pans, mixers, bread boards… is all in plain sight.
It’s ok to wear shoes in the house, make costumes, do crafts, or create great inventions on the living carpet. It’s pretty obvious from the wear and tear that others have “crafted here afore ye.”
You can put your feet up on the coffee table without fear of reprisal. It’s already broken in and a few more scuff marks will just add to its character. What? You splashed a little of your coffee on the table? No worries. By the way, when you scoot over to the kitchen for a towel to clean it up, why don’t you start another pot of coffee in the big silver percolator that sits there, ready to serve a crowd (or just one very sleepy family) on a moment’s notice.
Photos by Haiku, 1) Maude in the dining room... 2) Tiggy demonstrating that there is room on the couch for 8 or 10 people... or one sprawled out kitty. :)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance -
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Robert Bly)
Hopefully, I can borrow a camera today so that I can share my little corner of the world with all of you. If you have time to stroll today, and if your weather permits, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling this week:
Saturday, July 18, 2009
photo by Aisling, from autumn
Friday, July 17, 2009
photos by Aisling
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
When Limerick and I were expecting our first child, he gave me a wooden rocking chair for Christmas. I sat in that chair before she arrived, dreaming of who she would be and who I would be as a mother. Once she was born, I spent hours in that chair, rocking my girl ,singing every song that I knew, and making up new ones. As she grew, she would climb up on my lap and nestle her hair, with its bright copper lengths of hair, against me, and ask for songs and stories… past times she still pursues with enthusiasm.
Three years passed and a new baby came along. There were more hours in the rocker, more dreams to dream, and sometimes two sweet girls tucked into my arms, one with penny-bright locks and the other with fetching dark curls. The stories grew longer and more complex as the little girls revealed their interests and vibrant personalities. In later years, I sat in that chair alone and read aloud to my daughters, while they built with legos or did somersaults and cartwheels across the living room (furniture carefully arranged to allow room to tumble.) We began homeschooling and the rocker symbolized the focus of our life at that time: family, home, nurture, and lots and lots of stories and songs. We learned to try to maintain that focus in our family, even after our homeschooling years came to a close.
Six years after our second daughter arrived, our first son was born. My daughters had always had some wiggles and wails to get out of their systems in the twilight hours, but this new tiny boy was easy going and relaxed. He loved to be rocked too, always with that gentle, lazy smile on his chubby face. New songs, with rocket ships and funny frogs, were composed to suit his fancy.
Another three years, another baby born. This one was another son, a dark haired imp, full of energy and verve right from day one. Six and a half years later, I wonder how I got him to hold still on my lap as we rocked! Nevertheless, we did sit together in that chair, celebrating the mother and child bond with songs. His songs had to be especially soothing to transition him from the activity of day to the quiet tranquility of night. He woke in the night-time hours more often than any of our other children and I walked with him or rocked with him again, singing softly while moonlight streamed through our windows and the rest of the family slept.
Sometimes, when the children were outside or away from home, I would sit in that chair alone, rocking and remembering. I remember receiving the chair as a gift of love… How little we knew in those moments, and how full of hopes and dreams we were, my husband and I. I remember each child’s baby face with perfect clarity; the expressions of wonder and interest and that drowsy little flutter of lashes as sleep prevailed.
I have sat there dreaming my own dreams too… looking out my windows at weather painting my landscape, seasons passing, years rolling by. It may look like an old wooden rocking chair to someone else now that one runner is sadly damaged and in need of a costly repair, but to me it is a sacred place… irreplaceable and comforting… my dreaming chair.
photo: recycled from an earlier blog post, by Aisling, 2007
Monday, July 13, 2009
The children are still sleeping and Limerick has already headed off to work. The house is quiet and still, except for the soft hum of clothes tumbling in the washing machine and the hushed whirring of the percolator as it keeps the coffee warm. I did homework for a while, but needed a little "brain break" so I listened to this spanish guitar composition while I watched the slide show in my side bar. This guitarist, César Berlanga, might be a bit of a character (note the stuffed animals on the couch beside him; so cute!) but the music is serene and lovely.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
It was a lovely day, with blue skies and a light breeze, so I took a walk through the garden without my camera in the beautiful afternoon hours. Where-ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy as you walk slowly through the seasons.
all photos by Aisling 2007 - 2009
1) blue butterfly delphinium 2) cosmos 3) the bare chinese elm 4) jetfire narcisscus 5) orange daylily