“The sea turns
and shakes its manacles of salt at the sharp rocks
on which too many waves have died.”
Made a nostalgic visit to the Boott Mill today with the girls. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it looks, feels, sounds and smells exactly as it did when I worked there in 2001/02. It was perfection.
I love this hat. I’ve been wearing it every winter since 8th grade. (that was 1993) I pray that it never, ever wears out.
Catherine’s handiwork. Inspired by a cartoon character she likes. Sewn completely by herself.
Using old calendar pages for grocery lists has the unexpected and very pleasant additional benefit of being accompanied by Mr Carson on my errands.
I love it when she reads books that are almost as big as she is!
(Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods)
This window kept getting prettier and prettier as this snowy day went on.
Spent a very enjoyable late afternoon at the beach with my firstborn. She was so funny standing on that little rock as the tide came in and covered her “escape route”. She said to me, “Huh. I think I should have considered how I was going to get back…”
Beautiful mountain road that we’ve been taking to get to the ski mountain.
It’s said that ice from Wenham Lake in the 1800’s was so clear that you could read the newspaper through a big block of it. Catherine is impressed. “Look at how clear it is, how pure! I’m not surprised that the Queen wanted it!”