Changing of the seasons

Summer is coming to an end and all over nature I can see the signs of changing seasons. The green leafs look aged with rims of gold. The days are greeted with sweaters and ends with  hot cups of tea under blankets. 

I don't mind the change, in fact I love seeing the new colors - berry red, mossy green, chocolate browns. I'm excited for leather boots and soft scarves, but on the other hand this change of season leaves an ache in my heart... nothing terrible of course - unless you count sending your first baby to school. Yes that is right she is my tiny baby wearing 6 year old clothes, learning how to swim, getting pierced ears... where has the time flew to?

I have one week left to enjoy summer, but more importantly HER at home. Hope you have a great week too :) 

Both paintings painted with oil

Our Date

It was time... we have been talking about it for months, watching, waiting...and finally the day has arrived

We quickly gathered our supplies, left the boys at home and hopped into the car looking for one thing only   

YELLOW

In the car we could feel the excitement, after all this was our special date. 

A one on one mother daughter date with no interruptions, no diaper changes, no putting down babies for naps - Just me and her, two girlies who love making and creating things.

And today we were doing just that. We were painting the Canola fields AL FRESCO

I couldn't have asked for a better date, I loved listening to all her theories, and stories and jokes. 

I loved resting her on my hip as we went into the meadow to pick wildflowers. 

I loved holding her tiny hand in mine as we climbed a hill to see what's on the other side.

I loved how she instructed me on how to paint and how to mix paints - how serious she was painting, calling herself an artist Princess.

To tell you the truth I simply loved her! 

And I couldn't believe that I've waited so long to take her on a one on one date. 

It was such a special morning, and after enjoying some freezies we promised we will do this again next year (and in my heart I hoped we will do this every year until we are old and grey) I sure love her, my sweetheart Semay