We stopped for a walk and to read the beautiful old carved stones at Miller Cemetery yesterday.

spectacular spring


Yesterday :  Walking and smelling the flowers at Bush Park.  Browsing books and reading in our favorite sunny corner at the library.  Dinner outside/creekside with my boys at Gilgamesh.  A spectacular spring day, I would say. 



Tuesday evening took us down a winding road out of town, through the country, and up into the woods...for waning golden sunlight, brushstroke-like reflections of clouds and trees in the water, hand-holding, stone-skipping, the scent of spring, and dreaming of future adventures.  We were away, together, surrounded by nature, and for a little while we let everything else go.



A cold and sometimes drizzly weekend did bring us some nice moments outside.  It was the second weekend of Salem Saturday Market being open for the season and we got some beautiful chard, spinach, and collards from Pitchfork & Crow.  The spinach (Bordeaux?) is unlike any I've had before, so good.  Sweet almost.  I stood over the sink and ate right out of the bag what I meant to be wrapping up for the fridge.  These gorgeous organic greens taste so very different than what I get at the grocery store.  Magnified.  Intensified.  Supernatural.  

We also went for a walk at Minto Brown Island Park.  It's looking and smelling like spring there now.  Always collecting on our walks, I found a piece of tree branch with a hollowed out section and made a bouquet of spring weeds, flowers, and things dropped from trees I found along the trail.  The boys had a moment of calm by the river but sword fought (with sticks) most of the time.   

It feels like spring is finally here, and summer won't be far behind.  Ready.

{Side note:  I've been thinking of retiring o notes.  I lack the skills to make it look how I want and feel like it's not really going anywhere.  I may try a new space with another host.  But I will let you know..... }

at long last


Days of coatless play under a bright blue sky are slowly returning at long last. 

butte creek falls


We went to Butte Creek Falls in the Santiam State Forest over the weekend.  A peacefulness always comes over me when we first step onto a trail under a canopy of trees.  I love the feeling that we are all alone there, even though we are surrounded by all kinds of living things ~ beautiful and amazing living things that spark our curiosity and imagination and feed our souls.  
by mlekoshi