My Beautiful Boys.

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.

~Marc Brown

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

Away We Go Contest: Tell Us What Home Means To You

Home:

It is not a house, a barn, a box, or a any kind of a structure. Yet it can be. My home is where my heart is.

In my life, I have discovered that the place I feel the most comfortable, most relaxed and most loved is my home. It is not a single area or structure, it is more than that. It is where I give and gather love. It is a happy place, a warm place, a secret place, a sacred place, a small place, a large place and a familiar place. It is under the stars, in my bed, at the kitchen table, in my car, with my beloved horses and canine friends. Always though, home is where my family surrounds me. My amazing boys, my husband, my parents & siblings, my grandparents & the memories of my life that have included them. That is my comfort zone and that is home. ♥

For your chance to enter this contest go here: http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/away-we-go-contest-tell-us#

The Boys Front Garden Faery/Sprite/Gnome-Home

♥ Hand made by my two AMAZING boys! ♥

Garden Gnomes come at dawn,

Bless the flowers then they're gone.

(Front View)

The Sprite poet takes a sheet

Of moonbeam, silver white;

His ink is dew from daisies sweet,

His pen a point of light.

(Side View)

Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.

(View from the Top)

When the winds of March

 are wakening the crocuses and crickets,

Did you ever find a fairy near some budding little thickets,...

And when she sees you creeping up to get a closer peek

She tumbles through the daffodils, a playing hide and seek.

(Blending in with the garden, will anyone notice?)

And as the seasons come

and go, here's something you might like to know.  There are gnomes and sprites everywhere:  under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day.  So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground.  And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing. 

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,

Will we sing, and bless this place.

~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Our first Canoe Paddle on Fairy Lake in Acton.

Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.

~Osho

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

Rainbow Quick Pics

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Mothers Day

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts.  A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. 

 ~Sophia Loren

My Mothers Day Breakfast, prepared and cooked by my beloved boys :)

(Okay, I flipped the pancakes in the pan, but THAT'S IT, honest!)

Sleepy eyed, but raring to make Mom breakfast! Cole cut up the apple while Chad mixed the cinnamon spelt flour mixture before combining everything and topping the cakes off with bananas and drizzling with our local Maple Syrup. YUM- Meeeee!

Afterwards I was given a Kitchen-aid ice cream/frozen yogurt maker and a beautiful set of Italian made espresso glasses from my beautiful boys. ♥

Many, many hugs and kisses were given on this fabulous day. (Which was last week, but still, better late than never right?) 

In Memory of our Beloved Colt.

Bowden, 2007-2009.

Somewhere in time's own space

There must be some sweet pastured place

Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow

Some paradise where horses go,

For by the love that guides my pen

I know great horses live again.

~Stanley Harrison

(Fall of 2008. He LOVED to be ridden and got rather upset on bad weather days when riding was not an option)

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

(Fall of 2008. James & Bowden enjoy a ride at sunset.)

Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride,

Friendship without envy,

Or beauty without vanity?

Here, where grace is served with muscle

And strength by gentleness confined

He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.

There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.

There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.

~Ronald Duncan, "The Horse," 1954

(Yearling colts together then, and now together again.)

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

Good bye my friend...