Thursday, July 20, 2017

Girls and Wheels

Hi friends! Becca here with yet another summer outdoors post! I mean, really, what's the point of summer if you don't spend as much time outside as is possible? 

Our little family just got a scooter, so Kirsten and I decided to take our wheels out for a spin, I being always glad for an excuse to pull out my rollerblades. 

"Watch this!" I shouted to Kirsten, who was scootering on ahead. She stopped abruptly and looked back as I began to accelerate towards her. Just as I reached top speed, I shifted my weight to one foot and spun round and round until I reached Kirsten with a neat stop, if I do say so myself. 

Kirsten just laughed and said, "You're crazy." 
"Maybe I am," I said, closing my eyes tightly as the world spun around me. "Goodness I'm dizzy!"
"Want to sit down? We could rest at that wall," Kirsten suggested, adding as I began to move jerkily to the wall, "Do you need help?"
I laughed and declined her offer, but honestly if that wall had been any further I don't think I would've made it on my own!

"Better?" Kirsten asked, settling herself atop the wall.
"Top notch!" I replied, rather breathlessly, and leaned against the wall.
"Aren't you ever afraid you'll fall flat on your face? You're not even wearing your shin and wrist guards!"
I grinned and said, "Nah, I've been doing this forever!"

 Kirsten looked unconvinced, "Well, okay. At least you're wearing a helmet."
"As if I could neglect that! What do you think I am, some sort of hooligan?" I returned in mock offense. She laughed at that, and then our conversation drifted on as we talked,

"Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax,
Of cabbages - and kings." 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Old-Fashioned Berrying // A Photoshoot

"Having explored in the country pretty generally, torn three rents in her frock, and scratched her face in a barberry-bush, Nan began to pick the berries that shone like big, black beads on the low, green bushes. Her nimble fingers flew, but still her basket did not fill up as rapidly as she desired, so she kept wandering here and there to search for better places." 
- Little Men by Louisa May Alcott

"The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigor of the year; all things were glad and flourishing." 
- Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Let's Go Fly a Kite!

Greetings, one and all! 'Tis I, Rebecca, back again after our long hiatus - huzzah! Boy, it's good to be back!

Phoebe, who I believe you've recently met, has quickly become my out-of-doors companion, always coming up with some new spectacular idea for our amusement.

Today was splendidly blustery, so Phoebe thought we ought to make a kite, and I quickly agreed. Once finished, we took it outside to test it out.

"Hmm, this looks like a pretty good spot," I said as we neared the birch grove.
"Agreed," Phoebe said. "Shady, but not overly close to the kite-eating trees!" 

We laughed, and I asked, "Now how do we get it into the air?"
Phoebe handed me the kite, still holding the spool, and said, "You take the kite and run as fast as you can while holding it up with the wind behind it. When it catches the wind, you let go and we watch it fly!
"Brilliant!" I exclaimed, and took off with the wind behind me.

"Run, run, run!!" Phoebe shouted after me, laughing with glee. 
Just as she'd said, the wind picked up the kite and plucked it right out of my hand. I watched it soar up and settle at a high point where the wind was steady. 

"It's funny," Phoebe commented as I returned breathless from my run.
"What is?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure I got it backwards and that I'm supposed to run with the spool while you hold it up..."
"Oh." We watched our red kite floating up with its funny little tail whipping about behind it.
I continued, "But I suppose what counts is that we got it up!"
"Right you are - that's the spirit!" Phoebe grinned, and handed me the spool so I could try. 

"Let's go fly a kite up to the highest height! Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring!" we sang, and so the summer afternoon flew by. 

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Sisters and Evening Sunlight

Hi everyone, Kirsten here! It's been terribly hot around here during the daytime, so we've been swimming and staying indoors mostly. However, the evenings can be quite pleasant, so last night Charlotte, Harriet, and I took our books and read under the shade of the birch trees. I brought Kirsti with me as well. 

It was so very warm and the grass was so soft that Hattie almost fell asleep! She brought her Emily Dickinson collection, Charlotte her Jane Austen collection, and I brought Alice's Adventures in Wonderland to read again. 

Hattie roused herself from her reverie and sat up to admire the day. Charlotte put her book down and turned to our redheaded sister, saying,
"Harriet, tell us more about yourself." 
Hattie smiled and thought for a moment. "Well, you already know that I love poetry and that I play the violin - "
"Where is your violin?" Charlotte interrupted, "I haven't seen it yet."
"It's still on its way - I'm not certain when it's coming in."

I set down my book and sat up, playing with Kirsti. 
"When it does come in, we can have concerts with you on the violin and Becca on piano!" I said, listening all the while.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Hattie exclaimed. 
"Oooh and we could get all dressed up and have cookies and lemonade like it's the real thing!" burst in Charlotte.
"And I know Becca would be on board - she's always happy to bake us cookies and play us the piano," I added.

And slowly we made our way back to the house, making plans and summer dreams all the while.