Dress- gift from Nicole
In my last post, I wrote extensively about my tender feelings for the midsummer nights of my native land, but that is not to say that my summers in the PNW are anything, but sweet as salmonberries. It is only that when I lived in Finland, I was a student, free as a bird to walk around wistfully and consume ice cream and now I'm a homesteader, a business owner (this makes me laugh out loud), a wife, homemaker, keeper of literally tens of thousands of animals (current animal count: roughly 40 000 and 9).
Skirt- gift from Mali
Top- no idea
Vest- gift from Nicole
Crystal bullet- Sadie Rose (Check out her giveaway here)
So every summer since I moved here, I've found little time to revel in summer months. The ecstasy of summer is different here, more frenzied, instead of languid. It is an American thing for one; hardly anyone in this country gets four to six weeks off in the summer (my mom gets like ten!), so the whole United State doesn't exactly shut down for the month of July. And secondly, I live in what can only be termed a popular tourist destination, in the middle of a tourist destination on a tourist destination in fact. Right around now, people out here start saying things like "See you in the fall!' to each other.
We try to cram so much life into these days, shorter than those endless ones up North, so much growing so much dancing, so much fun, so much rowing, so so much sunshine.
Each summer I find myself hoarding projects, experiences, ideas, trying to make all of them real, often struggling even maintain the balance of our suddenly hectic everyday life. So far this summer, I've succeeded in making rhubarb preserves, harvesting spruce tips and preparing rose oil, keeping ducks and failed at well, most everything else. Our house is still in shambles. My garden all weeds, neglected until it's time to plant for fall and winter (like, next week). Sleepless nights over my book project, my crafts, my packages, completing and publishing my many lingering posts.
Sleepless nights over my suddenly feuding, impatient, incomprehensible animals.
Sleepless nights reading the Dalai Lama, Dr. T. Suzuki, trying to get back to my practice, laughing at myself because I'm wasting sleep for feeling like bad Buddhist.
Dress- a gift from Sara in the spring when I most needed it. This was my staple frock for April. Thank you.
Vest- a gift from Nicole. It's a Gunne.
Bone necklace- Found and made into a necklace at the Symposium (but more about that later)
On the small blessings front, I'm happy to report that I've totally hit my dressing stride, and though I have little pictoral evidence, have worn only ensembles I've really enjoyed in the last week. While a minor thing, there is a special comfort in throwing something together in about five minutes and then feeling like you never want to take it off.
Daffy and Dilly, our ducks are a lovely addition to the flock, but a lot of hard work too. I've pretty much given up on being able to keep them locked up during the day, which makes me really worried about their safety against marauding predators.
Fort the first time ever, my current batch of chickens is engaged in warfare amongst each other, something that I can neither explain, nor really control. They pick on Dusty the bottom of the pecking order chicken, and now she too has to roam free during the day, compounding to my worries.
Each day I find new work in recognizing the small blessings, trying not to concentrate on my worries and simply be in this time, this space, this blessed summer.
More frequent postings may be in the not too distant future. 'Till then, sunshine, moonshine, my friends.