17 beats

Our daily bread is a gorgeous reminder of that which gives us life.

What inspired this little guy to poke his head through the soil three weeks late?

Life unfolds in striking detailand my boy watches and learns with care.

Early spring melt made this super backyard Saturday #alaskastyle.

Today our stumps and snow got ground into a great big mud stomping pit.

Where I see an exasperating chore, my boy sees science and art.

I watch the birds and knowit’s no small thing –finding a place to call home.

The gull chased that eagle right back where he came from, screaming all the way.

In my daily routines, through winter and spring, lives this roadside rabbit. 

The sun shines and temps are warm, but patience is in the equation too. 

Never mind the morning snow dust, I put my ice bugs away today.

I walkday after day, year after yearbreathing the rhythms of light.

Bread making is science and art in the capable hands of my boy. 

Her first Alaska winter is through and tonight we celebrated.

Sometimes the circumstances leave you few choices, but to be herenow.

What will become of the little leaf that stayed through the whole winter long?

Days are longer, the sun shines warmer,and promises are everywhere.

Through the tunnel to another gorgeous sunset, but also a moose.

Standing in drippy ice at the edge of a melty mud field, yet hope.

Ice melts into open water and early birds stake their summer claims.

We’ve had no measurable snow in March! and warm temps to break things up.

Walking into the hospital today I saw my first spring flower.

The clouds, the water, the fading light to settle demands of this day.

Skaters are through and birds are not back so these long spring days are quiet.