The first wild strawberry of the year. Tiny and tart, with the taste of sunrise.
The girls and I went for a walk around the cornfield, since it was neither raining nor unbearably hot. Swarms of dragonflies darted around our ankles and danced us along the path. We stopped to pick flowers & examine animal tracks. It’s a deer! Was this a crane? No, a turkey!
The clouds stretched out endless above and the greens of trees layered one upon the other. Purple and white flowers sparkled among the tall grass. The kids stopped to pick up pretty rocks from the gravel road & I saw that the corn will indeed be “knee high by the fourth of July” despite the late planting this year.
It is lovely here. My heart is at rest.
I must remember this. When I am weary and lonely and stir-crazy, I must remember this. When I question everything about my life, I must remember this.
I walk in beauty.
After our adventures & a snack, the kids and I made prints using styrofoam plates. I really like how some of them came out. It took a while to get R to relax and just go with the flow, rather than trying to copy my picture or freaking out when her lines didn’t go in exactly the right place. My mind is whirling with ideas for other patterns, other colors. I should get some better paper; we just used white printer paper, but I don’t know how well it will hold up. I think something with more texture would be nice. I also need a decent brayer; the smaller roller I used got too much ink in the lines.
We have at least 150 plates left, so I think we’ll be doing this kind of art for a while.
