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It seems that overnight, everything is suddenly green and almost-overgrown, and happening, and I am pretty sure that I would feel entirely overwhelmed by all the amazingness that is going on in our lives–good things, exciting things–if it weren’t finally possible and easy for us all just to head outside to pull weeds and eat dirt, and be fed like plants by the sun.

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It is just unreal sometimes, how sweet that little boy is.  How sweet they all are right now.  It sounds sickeningly, cloyingly sweet, I know, but I am so aware that these are the most precious years of my life–that this summer, with Felix waving and learning to walk, and Treva transforming into a different animal every hour, and Horus, so passionate about his books and his battles–this is *the* summer…The summer that is, right now, and one of the summers that I’ll dream about and remember when I’m ancient…So, I’m really doing it, and living it, and *not* reminiscing, or becoming instantly nostalgic for loveliness even as it’s happening…except for here, I suppose (sorry! 🙂

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And I am even enjoying these recent wet-warm days and damp nights.

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We fired the kiln, and unpacked the pots and sculptures.  Art, birth, re-birth, and business…I am trying to get enough sleep, and I’m trying to save the world, and everything is ok.

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I wanted to talk about amniotomy and ultrasound and vegetables, Angelina’s breasts, but that will have to wait for another day or two…