Our First tree- A photo essay

Yours,

K  

Something of our own

" We have always longed for our liberty, and because of that, we often undervalue

where we come from. But this is "growing up" or "making our way in the world",

this weaving together of old and new, this keeping the best of what made us 

who we are, and yet, making something of our own "

-Austin Sailsbury-

Kinfolk Vol. V

We are not city people. 

We wear this place like a hand-me-down wool sweater, 

the sleeves are slightly too long, and the collar either itches in the heat or leaves us feeling slightly chilled.

It wasn't made to fit us, its too tight in places, huge in others.

Its often too cold here, the streets are filled with honking and sirens,

But we are slowly carving our own home here, and it feels good.
 
This weekend will bring us our first shared christmas tree hunt, and the start of the weaving together of our  family holiday traditions and the creating of our own.
//Happy Hunting//

Yours,

K

Path of the paddle

My mom always says that canoeing can fix a lot of things, its an escape but also a way to reconnect with yourself and the ones you love.

There's something inherently spiritual about making yourself vulnerable to the elements, trusting your paddle to steer you, and realizing ultimately, you are not in control. 

Canoeing is something that is very important in my family, its a place to grow together again, a vessel to play in and to grow in.

I've had some of my most frustrating, and rewarding moments in a canoe, from the rush of adrenaline as you enter the churning waters of rapid to the peace and stillness of a lake like glass.

My parents gathered a group of people together to contribute to giving us the one you see above, and of all the wonderful things we received, the canoe is our favourite. Not only because its 17 feet of shining splendour but because its a promise

A promise that we will always have a means and an excuse to escape to the wilderness.

A promise that we will try to work together,

That we will take turns in the stern 

and remember,

we are not in control.

 " The first thing you must learn about canoeing is that the canoe is not a lifeless, inanimate object; it feels very much alive, alive with the life of the river. Life is transmitted to the canoe by the currents of the air and the water upon which it rides. The behaviour and temperament of the canoe is dependent upon the elements: from the slightest breeze to a raging storm, from the smallest ripple to a towering wave, or from a meandering stream to a thundering rapid. - Bill Mason, 

Path Of The Paddle "

Yours,
K

Ps.
You might ask about the marking all over the inside,
We used it as a guest book at our wedding.
More about that another time.

Frozen in October sun comes November

(Mascara at its finest)

“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, Anne of Avonlea

Going home is always our favourite.

Yours,

K