Two nights in New Hampshire

Swimming in cold bassins of river water and immersing ourselves in nature. Cold camping morning. Puffy eyes. The smell of woodsmoke in their hair. The Westfalia smell, the exact same smell it had in '87, when my dad and I drove away from the dealer's parking lot. When everybody was asleep at night and I toss and turn, a bit cramped on the lower bunk beside JF, that smell fills me with joy. I am sure I fell asleep smiling.

At the lake and by the fire

Homemade waffles cooked late the night before while chatting with friends that truly care about what you are going through.Two nights in the Westfalia by the barn, with the rooster singing all night. Swimming alone in an untouched lake. Ludo fishing, in trance. Watermelon dripping on naked bodies. Watching the light fairies dance on the creek. Big smiles on two kids face when they came back to surprise us with a 2 liter container of black currant to make jam by themselves. Potatoes on the fire cooked to perfection, just before the rainstorm started. The clearest skies we had seen since Utah. A disapointing news. Ideas that start to flourish and slowly take shape. Life.

Riding with Marie

Our friend Marie is a serious horse lover and she finally bought a house with enough land to have some of her own. Right now, she has two poneys for her children to ride and Mara and Mathilde were blessed to have some private lessons with her. Aisha was too busy fishing in their pond with Ludo!

I love old barns, the light that shines trough the windows, the energy of the animals who inhabit it...

Sparkly eyes and very proud little girls.

Blueberry picking

 

 

We had the privilege to go pick blueberries at Éco-L'eau Mission (where only family and friends can come and pick the amazing organic blueberries they produce).

Les mosaïcultures and fireworks on the roof

Last weekend, we went to see the amazing Mosaïcultures at the botanical garden in Montreal. It was breath-taking to stand in front of those incredible living creations!

 :: L'homme qui plantait des arbres (The Man Who Planted Trees): notice the tiny tree in his hand ::

  :: That dog looks like he is real, but he is entirerly made of plants!::

 

 

  :: Monther Earth ::

  :: The phoenix ::

  :: The bird tree ::

  :: The girls even got to participate to the creation of a mosaiculture ::

  :: And to top such a beautiful day, we watched the fireworks from the roof-top terrace at my Dad and Hélène's place. ::