Welcoming L.M. Montgomery to the tent today because I went to the country yesterday and now I can’t stop thinking about living in a big old ranch and shucking corn and preserving food and baking pies and picking roadside wildflowers and chasing my kids outside to play and canning up jam and stacks of chickens and big, wide, open spaces.
“There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, ANNE SHIRLEY.
Joel and I go back and forth between living where we do and moving to the country and it’s forever a seesaw of the pros and cons of both. So today, Homestead Me is throwing around a lot of LM Montgomery quotes and baking frittatas in my tiny suburban kitchen trying to channel my best Anne Shirley alter ego because, really, there is something about the simple life which pulls on my soul. When I close my eyes and picture my dream life, it’s nestled within dirt roads and rolling hills and at its centre is a homestead, babies running wild and free.
“Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
“I love to smell flowers in the dark,” she said. “You get hold of their soul then.”
“I couldn’t live where there were no trees–something vital in me would starve.”
“As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.”
“It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside– but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond– only a glimpse– and heard a note of unearthly music.”
And here lies the problem:
“I do know my own mind,’ protested Anne. ‘The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.”
Friday’s Photo Dump (@theredtent on Instagram if you want to follow the feed).
Lastly, this week I’m over at The Kindred Collective magazine! You may remember I wrote for them a while back, well, this edition is focussed on “first”, highlighting the highs and lows of that first year of parenthood, again sharing a wide range of voices that feel like a warm hug and a hot cup of tea.
“After the success of Volume 1 and how beautifully all of the stories of birth weaved naturally together, we weren’t sure how the topic of ‘first’ would be interpreted. We shouldn’t have worried. As the submissions started flowing in, we found ourselves nodding, laughing and crying in agreement.
The first year is tough for every mother. And yet for some reason we often still feel the need to only talk of the overwhelming love and the joy babies bring.
We silence our struggles adjusting to the lack of sleep, the strain on our relationships, our feelings of restriction, fearing that if we voice these truths no one will believe that we wouldn’t change it for the world.
But this is the polarity of motherhood. Overwhelming love and ego-shattering lows. It is the hardest of times but one that we know we, with silver-speckled hair and soft wrinkly skin, will look back on fondly. We know there will be a time when our rose-coloured glasses will make us pine for the days when our biggest struggle was the needs of a baby.
We believe it is in the voicing of these struggles that we find our village. We have found that when we are free to speak of both the good and the bad, we feel at once understood, relieved, and freed.
We want to thank you for sharing your stories. They help us remember that despite ‘firsts’ being some of the hardest times, they will soon be forgotten behind the never-ending number of nexts.”
To download your copy, Click here to visit The Kindred Collective ..
And I’m also contributing to a new magazine called Earth Moms this week!
“Earth Moms Magazine is a down to earth, self-reliant guide with a modern twist & a hint of humor. We aim to ignite & inspire memories, desires and creative possibilities, while equipping our readers with leading edge information they can use in creating their unique & adventurous path in life. Laugh with us and at us, savor the seasons, revel in the sensual delights of the daily round and explore Home & Hearth, Stocking the Larder, The Red Tent, Indulgences, Musings & Ramblings, Conscious Parenting, Conscious Earth Kids, Woo Woo, Green Thumb & Critter Corner with us. Explore with us life in an energetic, present and conscious state of BEing. A Conscious Lifestyle Magazine.”
Click here to download your copy!
Some cute pics to take us out…
Happy Friday to you and you and you.
“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery