Thursday, October 28, 2010


Our daughter was given a special little DVD from a friend for her last 
birthday called The Little Travelers. On the “extras” part of the “BRITAIN” 
disc, the two little traveling sisters, who are Waldorf schoolers, put on a 
sweet puppet show with silks and felted wool dolls. Our punky Rowan asked 
me last week if she could create a play toy from that “Tulip Babies” puppet 
show. Like a bubbling little fountain, she spouted all her exciting ideas of 
how we could achieve this, and we started cutting and rolling little tulip 
flowers out of recycled felted wool sweaters for the flowerbeds, making 
tulip babies, and pillows, teddies, and blankets for the wee babes’ beds… 

...  oh and a bunch of doting & flitting fairy mothers. 

See how cozy they are in their homes above a stream of 
happy goldfish? This toy was a treat to make and to give my 
daughter… a project using recycled felted wool sweaters, 
fabric remnants, wooden balls, pipe cleaners, yarn, etc.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


For yesterday's homeschooling craft project, our punky Rowan
stayed cozy in her PJs while venturing outside to collect a mélange of
autumn bric-a-brac and together we made a tinkling bell /nature mobile —
and a family of four woodland dragons for hours of pretend play:


Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Last weekend our punky Rowan decided 
she wanted to build fairy houses in the woods.

Woodland architecture for wee little sprites promised to be inspiring, 
so we packed picnic lunches and were soon trekking with zeal into the
seaside wilderness with Papa and Auntie and her raring-to-go pup Luna.

Even on an overcast day, the Maine woods along the seashore were magical. 
Punky Rowan soon got into the spirit of being a woodland sprite!

In the forest green and along the sea we poked about.

We rummaged and stock-piled until a fine collection of fairy home building
supplies were gathered: rocks, birch bark, drift wood and sticks, berries,
lichen, pine needles, moss, grandfather's beard, flowers, shells, and mushrooms.

Off the beaten path, we found a willing tree, its branches swaying
in the autumn breeze, its carpet of pine needles, fit for any Moomintroll,
blanketing its roots, and we set to work on our fairy abodes!

Friday, October 1, 2010


Our Maine summer was glorious, with unending blue sky days like these:

"I won, I won!"

Our punky Rowan felt pretty smitten with our Foxgloves in the garden.

Lemonade Anyone? Puts me in mind of a song I learned when little: "Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon, is impossible to eat." Not true!

I hadn't visited this amusement park on the beach since I was a teenager in the early eighties. The waves were at least ten feet that day - due to the hurricane off the coast.

Our Summer Solstice ritual of wishes for the future and dreams of the now. 
We read a beautiful poem by William Blake, 
all about oneness and manifesting one's dreams...
We all used little simple treasures to represent us and our wishes. 

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