the peaceful peacock

today…

I really, really, really needed this.

Thank you my loves.  For a sweet boy and an even sweeter papa who is show­ing the boy that flow­ers always make a lady smile.

The globe lamp.  This hung at my grand­par­ents house, sus­pended from a wooden wall attach­ment that my grand­fa­ther made decades ago.  When we would spend sum­mers in Butte with them, the glow­ing orb served as a night light as we slept.

We lived in Idaho then.  Chal­lis.  A min­ing town that is now inhab­ited by ghosts and a stub­born few.

My grand­fa­ther worked for West­ing­house, an elec­tri­cal parts sup­plier to the Ana­conda mine.  (You may have heard of their refrig­er­a­tors and dish­wash­ers.)  Since he was in sales, he often received bonuses or incen­tives and accord­ing to my mom, this lamp was one of those incentives.

It’s been around for awhile.  My mother was small when he brought it home and Ger­many was still one coun­try.  And then it split.  And now it’s one again.

It has always hung right above my bed, con­nect­ing me to my grand­par­ents even when we lived far away from each other.

Antarc­tica has become very famil­iar over the years.  I’ve watched our world evolve and shift, chang­ing names and faces but retain­ing the same basic structure.

This sim­ple glow of blue mes­mer­izes any­one who sees it.  Instantly.

…lessons in geog­ra­phy and his­tory and let­ting things change.

And I’m pretty sure I should move it up a lit­tle higher for awhile.

Seri­ously.  I could eat that toe.

I was just read­ing a post about “plans” and moth­er­hood over at dig this chick, a fel­low Mon­tana mama from Mis­soula, and I couldn’t stop nod­ding my head in agreement.

I spend a lot of time stand­ing in front of the sink at our house since we don’t have a dish­washer, so there’s a lot of pretty things on the wall for me to look at:

And on that wall is my favorite quote, front and center:

“It is not the strongest of the species that sur­vives, nor the most intelligent,

but the one most respon­sive to change.”

– Charles Darwin

Roll with the punches, enjoy these days.  Espe­cially the ones with sun­shine and birdies and a pretty blos­som smell in the air.

these are heddles.

this is a reed.

wool in the fence line.

the shear­ing of sheep.

mighty fine fiber.

ready for spring.