june fifteen: perfect smiles

my loves glowing in the sun.
yes. the sun.




glare


finding mr. dimetrodon peeking out of the woodpile


seeing Madd put on her huge bright pink backpack
and yellow and blue ducky helmet
and grab her scooter for A Grand Adventure


a pelican flying over the neighborhood, catching a thermal and spiraling upward
(we live in the desert, remember)


a Pirate Gril wrapped up in her clan's plaid

a patio for mamacomplete with yarn and roving
pencils
a jar of paintbrushes
little baskets and pots for treasures
and a stack of perfect books
(while this patio has always been here, only today have I decided to claim it.
here I can take shelter
in whatever way the moment begs.
in quiet
in thought
in meditation
in peace.)


colourful chaos in mama's newly claimed sacred space


a cicada shell...
which made it to a tiny treasure chest and put into his Neat Stuff Box


coloring mandalas with honeypot
(thanks, sheri)


and dozens of beautiful sticks to go along for the ride.


a perfect afternoon


pink yarn
er, princess pink


a swallowtail

hearing his daddy give trev the whistling bomb and explosion
during their game of battleship


regular visitors


seeing tiny wings
and spidery silver threads
aglow against an evening's sun.


perfect.
and still smiling.