Oregon coast daydreaming

While I'm very much a girl who needs wide open fields, every now and then I get heartsick for waves and salt and sand. Growing up, we drove to the coast of Oregon almost every October, usually with my mom, aunts, Grandmas Glenna and Tilley, and of course, us kids. We'd spend a few days eating real salt water taffy, taking early morning walks on the beach, and collecting all sorts of sea treasure. Next October, my parents and I are planning on taking the boys to Lincoln City. I'm anxious to carry on the tradition and will be longing for that endlessly open horizon until then.

Oregon is nearly perfect.

{October 2009}

PS - These guys are the biggest babies! In October, hundreds come into the warf and I always end up wanting to run down the dock and sit on them. They are so sweet and funny. I wish I had one for a pet.

spring, eating mud, and lots and lots of yardwork.

my head's been spinning, i tell you what! all winter long, i daydream of sun. well, sun has arrived. and i feel so much better. i feel so good! and so motivated, with a list long of projects.

thanks to bella, our yard is a disaster. while she's been super sleepy since she's tending to a growing belly, she's already pulled out bushes i planted last week. (insert lots of swear words here.) really! that dog is bound to be the death of me.

(not without a fight, though.)

i won't go down without a fight.

last night, we spent the evening raking, shoveling, and tossing rocks. and burning my leftover garden goods from last year. (oh, it smelled so yummy! just like home sweet home!)

we worked side by side in the yard as mr. morgan squealed and thought he was free. with my hands caked with mud, i pictured living on a farm someday and having lots of children around me, playing and working and laughing.

on so many days, one child fills up my arms (and heart). other days, there are dreams.

last night i was dreaming.

then morgan ate dirt and sat in a big hole full of mud. and threw a royal fit when it was time for him to turn in for the night.

i love my 'one' so much it makes my heart hurt in such a sweet way.
and while one might not be enough forever, one feels so enough right now.

whew.

in other news, my list of 'to-do's':

a new (old) patio table
restain the deck
build a deck railing
more bushes
and flowers! lots of flowers!

ps...guess who got a new vaccum!
guess who has been vacuuming nonstop since yesterday!

pss...wonder why there's no capitalizations in this post? while i was vacuuming (nonstop since yesterday), morg snuck into the office and pulled off the shift keys on the computer keyboard and we can't figure out how to put them back on. (we can't even figure out how he pulled them off in the first place.)

psss...we cheated a little and left morg in nursery on sunday all by himself. while i enjoyed (and got to listen to) relief society for the first time in a long time, i was so lonesome for my sidekick. after all, he's been my sidekick for almost eighteen months. i must admit, i felt a little lost without him.

pssss...my front yard trees have green buds on them! and the fruit trees next door are in bloom.

oh, i think we have made it through another winter, my darlings. i think we have, indeed!

Morg's new pajama-jams, and feeling inside out.

We've been feeling a little inside out this week. I haven't even had the desire to work on Vintage Farm goods (which is crazy because that's my thing. It's what I do). Morgan caught something nasty and has been inside out too. Which leads to all sorts of frustrations (his and mine), often manifesting themselves in less than flattering ways. Do you have days weeks like this? Good gracious, I hope I'm not the only one. (And I hope Morg gets rid of this yucky yuck soon before we both go crazy.)

Thankfully tomorrow is Friday. And thankfully we've had comfy pajamas and leftover Easter candy to get us through. Though I'm really not much for socializing, when the weekends roll around, there is one adult-ish man I look forward to spending all of my moments with.

He's sort of short, size nine shoe-size, with particularly good looks and a chin identical to my son's. 

Yes, come tomorrow evening, we'll both be waiting at the window. And we will both be wishing Monday never has to come.  

Seeing Green!

{photo via here}

Sometimes, Jared and I lay in bed making travel plans that take us far, far away. And I tell him that someday, I'm going to have a home in the country, a cabin in the mountains, a beach house in Oregon, an old, restored southern plantation with a wrap-around porch, a beach house someplace tropical (Thailand, yes?),  and a quaint old bungalow in Maine.   

And Ireland? Delcious Ireland! 

How inspiring would it be to live someplace evergreen!

I'll be imagining myself there all day!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day,

my dears!