white apples . a blog

spring in a nutshell

It seems much too unfair to recall our bright spring days now that we're slogging through the height of summer, with this heavy Carolina air and these wiltingly hot afternoons. These days just beg for cool swims and tall glasses of iced tea in the shade and gallons of bug spray. Juni and Owen spend all day smelling like citronella candles and pool water, their hair drenched in sweat and their forearms covered in popsicle residue. But spring, ah, that was the time for lovely little wanderings, for making and planting and exploring. We hugged baby goats and picked berries, we tromped through the woods and roasted marshmallows by the fire and wondered if summer would ever arrive.

home again

Ahh, finally back in this space after a long stretch without a laptop. We've had celebrations and trips and adventures, snippets of which I will share once I have sorted through my (digital) piles of photos.

But I had to pop in to post a few glimpses of this guy. Look at those lashes. And that little head full of thoughts about things.

He talks in long, half-song sentences these days, about trains and pirates and the color green, about pistons and boilers and off-on-adventures. He talks about caterpillars and fire fairies and little babies finding their mamas.

He says things like, "Well, actually..." and "That's right, of course." and "Talk to me, mama! I'm speaking to you!"

He's at the in-between place, where I can hold still him close in my arms - this sweet baby boy - but he is all arms and legs and motion, like the little kid he is just on verge of becoming.

You can also see a peak of his green Milo vest I knitted in January from Fleece Artist Blue Face Leceister DK yarn. He pretty much lived in this easy layering piece all throughout our unusually cool North Carolina spring. (See the Ravelry link for knitty details).