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Hello. From the Other Side


Hello. It’s me. I hope you’re doing well. When I started my blogging hiatus in November, I didn’t think I’d be gone this long and even now, I’m just taking a break from snuggling my littlest one to share our news here.

Kieran Donovan Piper joined our family on January 7, just before midnight. He’s healthy and my happiest baby yet. We’re all so in love and delighting in everything newborn and tiny. The girls can’t stop kissing him and saying how adorable he is. My heart is healing in little newborn kisses and tiny fingers wrapped around mine. I’m so grateful.


We’re finding our way as a family of five and so thankful for the tremendous support from our families and friends. Both of our moms have flown across the country to love on us through stocking our freezer and pedicures and schooling the girls and hot cups of teas. The winter’s storms haven’t seemed so hard this year but rather an invitation to slow down and savour this fleeting season.


Someday, sooner then later, I’ll write more and share more of our everyday extraordinary stories on the blog but for now I’ll be soaking up these first weeks with my little man.

Thanks for sharing in all our news, friends, and being part of this lovely community!

XO, Breanne


November- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds and rest

“It was November-the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind, songs in the pines.” – L.M. Montgomery


The trees ringing our backyard are mostly bare, the green grass a mottled carpet of red, brown and orange leaves. There’s a chill in the air, we reach for our woolen hats when we go for a tramp. I light the candles by late afternoon, especially when the fog rolls in. Soup is back in regular rotation, much to my delight, and I’ve made up my master list of autumn meals.

I’ve been more aware of the changing of the seasons this year, probably because I’ve been changing along with them. Autumn has found us quietly getting ready for hibernation and this next season of our life. We’ve been slowly finding new rhythms for this new house and it feels like home now.


I wanted to write all about that, the settling into a new house, about writing lists when life feels frantic and how an hour outside each day is saving my sanity right now. But I haven’t yet and I probably won’t more then that little sentence. This pregnancy has been my most challenging one thus far- physically and emotionally- and any spare time I have finds me napping, reading or in a burst of energy, batch cooking.


We started homeschooling this fall and while it doesn’t look like how I envisioned it, it has been a sweet and stretching adventure. Lately we’ve spent our mornings on the couch with books and crayons and notebooks piled around us. In spite of late pregnancy discomfort and my body needing a lot more intentional rest, I’ve been savouring this season with my two girls before their little brother joins the family circus.


My priorities have shifted a lot in the last few months with physically not being able to do what I anticipated this fall as well as settling into a new house with new routines taking more mental energy. It’s been a good shift but a hard one for me as I’ve had to say no to things I would love to do and focus on very few things this season.


As much as I love blogging and the community around it, it’s taken a back seat and will continue to do so for a few months until our little guy is here (I’m due shortly after Christmas!) and I’ve found a new groove. Life needs to be slow and simple right now and I’m embracing it for the gift that it is. I’m always on instagram (@breannemosher) and sometimes on facebook , let’s connect there!

I’m in full preparation mode for baby and Christmas so let’s talk about your favourite ways to prepare for this next season!



Quick Lit for October

It’s been awhile since I’ve shared my recent reads on the blog but I’ve been reading a lot. I’m sharing my favourites from the last month or so and our current read aloud. Joining up as always with Anne at Modern Mrs. Darcy for quick takes on our latest reads.


This is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer Smith
I fell hard for Young Adult fiction this summer and clearly my crush isn’t over. It’s the stories as well as the cover art that sucks me in. A mis-typed email address leads to months of correspondence without knowing who is on the other end of the email address which leads to a small town in Maine becoming the site for a movie star’s next movie. He wants to be her friend, she wants to be friends with the guy she knows from her email screen not the silver screen. It’s classic summer romance and the discovery of being friends with someone because you connect with them and not just because their name is in the latest magazine.




Pat of Silver Bush by Lucy Maud Montgomery

I’ve had this classic pair on my list all year and it’s taken me until autumn to really get into them. Pat is similar to other Montgomery heroines in her love of trees and naming special places, her desire for a bosom friend and the heart wrenching grief of disappointment and loss. There’s also shades of every other hired girl in Judy Plum and I find myself wanting to curl up with a morsel from her pantry and a hot fire to read the rest of the book. Pat isn’t the most exciting heroine but it’s a sweet book filled with love of home, family and place.



Mistress Pat by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Pat is older in this sequel, old enough for beaus and talk of marriage but she has none of it. Her first love is Silver Bush, her second is her family. She has plenty of offers of marriage but she balks at the changes in her own life and those in her siblings’ lives.  The book is divided into years and I enjoyed the passing of time in the book with all the changes that time brings but also an appreciation for the old favourite spots around the house.




Hothouse Flower by Lucinda Riley

I requested this one on a whim and read it within a couple evenings. I’ve learned that I enjoy books that switch between contemporary and historical fiction and this one does not disappoint. An old manor house, a grieving widow and her loving sister meet at an auction where they find memories from their childhood and their grandfather’s orchids. The story switches between cold, dreary England where people marry for their family’s sake and exotic Thailand where recovering POWs fall in love with orchids and a little more. There’s a few weak links in the story but overall, I enjoyed a fresh take on a period of history where manor houses reigned king and a World War brought countries together in the most unlikely ways.


On my nightstand:


Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

Every autumn, I like to re-read a favourite series. This year its the Harry Potter series, perfect for curling up with a mug of tea and a cozy blanket. Even though the first few books are more simple in their writing and descriptions, I’m really enjoying the development of the characters.





Read Alouds with the girls:

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

After reading a picture book of Alice over and over to my five year old and not loving how simple the story was, I got a slightly abridged edition with fantastic illustrations to read aloud with her. To my surprise, she loves it even though the characters are just as bizarre and mad as I remembered. It’s one of those books that I think everyone should read for its references in today’s culture. It’s prompted some good discussion with my daughter and plenty of laughs over the ridiculous characters.



What books are your nightstand or in your read aloud collection? Tell me in the comments and then head to Modern Mrs. Darcy for many more titles!

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Making the Most of Autumn

Thanks for all your kind comments on my last post, you truly are wonderful readers. 

We were finishing up our second weekend in a row packed with multiple events and calendar commitments and we were running a little on empty. I had been sick all week long and was staring down another new week of not feeling great. We tossed a couple ideas around over the last bit of coffee and toast and decided to just hop in the car, take a new road and find an adventure.

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The air was crisp, the sky blue and all the leaves a rainbow of red, gold and green. Autumn is at its finest in Nova Scotia in October but along with the array of colour comes the reminder that Winter is coming and we must make the most of every day.

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We parked the car close to an old boat shed, piled high with lobster traps and mossy antlers, and set off walking. The water to our right at all times and the most glorious green hill to our left. I’ve never been to Scotland but it felt like what those green hills would look like.

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We found our way to the water, each of us perching on a giant rock and the girls finding treasures in amongst the stones. It was a sheltered bay, we could see the ocean waves crashing against the rocks on the horizon but the water was calm and clear by us. The trail wound along the coast as far as we could see but work deadlines for Jared called and we made plans to come out again to this secluded spot before the season ended.

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It wasn’t on our calendar but it was exactly what we needed to exhale and refresh ourselves before diving into the days filled with work, school and life.


a season of transition

I bought the first of the autumn apples today at the market right along with peaches and plums. There was still sweet corn and the very first of the squash.

Nothing says transition like the changing produce of the market. That and the cool breeze that greets us in the early rise and requires a sweater for evenings at the lake.

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It’s been a sweet summer filled with many beach days and ice cream cones and picnics. We’ve perfected our beach bag and we’ve had weekends with friends at their lakeside cabin- one of summer’s highlights. I’ve read a ton of books and played in the water with my girls. We’ve had beach cookouts where we watch the tide come in and then go out again.

And now it’s September and we’re in a transition of seasons. I’ve revelled in this year’s freedom of sitting and reading or being able to go out in the water, of easy picnic suppers and late bedtimes. This time next year, our family beach time will look a lot different.

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We’re in a season of change and I’m excited to share that with you. Come early January we’ll be welcoming our third little love into this family. And we couldn’t be more delighted. For those of you who’ve been reading for the last year or so, you know about our losses and I so appreciate the community that sprang up when I shared those very personal experiences.   I’ve learned so much about being gentle with myself through the losses and throughout this pregnancy. With each little flutter kick, I’m reminded of the miracle of every single life and I’m grateful to be here, to be transitioning from a mum of two to a mum of three. The big sisters are very excited and have already made all sorts of plans for this little babe.

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It’s been a bit of a crazy year- buying a house and expecting a baby plus all the regular life stuff that keeps us busy- there’s been many a swirl of emotion but we move next week and I can’t hide this bump anymore, the emotions have started to settle. And that feels really good.

Talk to me about your transitions, how you embrace them and what new ones you’re anticipating this season.



I Am Not an Octopus (and other life-giving mantras)

“I’m not a octopus.”

The words just slipped out of my mouth as I sat on the couch braiding my older daughter’s hair, she giggled and so did I. My youngest daughter had just asked me to tie her shoes, I was trying to remember if I had turned off the stove element after making a cup of tea that now sat cooling on the coffee table. There was still another head of hair to brush and my own shoes to slip into and the library books to grab.

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It’s become a thing we say now. I say it about myself and my daughter says it to me when I ask her to fill a water bottle or clear the table. “Because you’re not an octopus, Mummy? You don’t have eight arms and so you need me to help you?” Dang right, child.

I don’t have eight arms. And maybe more importantly, I don’t have the head space to manage all the thoughts and ideas let alone carry them out. I have enough thoughts swirling around my head at any given time from what to make for dinner, what jams do I still want to make and how am I going to freeze corn and pack boxes in the next two weeks? How am I going to balance all the stuff I know is coming at me in the next few months? I have to live within my limitations and that means saying no to some things, even if they are very good things and even if saying no means putting them on the docket for next August or later this fall.

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The timing of our move is hilarious to me. Late August is one of my very favourite times of the year because everything comes ripe- berries are mixed with stone fruit and tomatoes are everywhere at the markets. I want to bottle up all that summer goodness in mason jars to enjoy next February when summer seems like a far off dream.

Late August is also when I want to be solidifying our homeschool plans. Last year was a trial run, seeing if I could do this homeschool thing and it was made more interesting by a move in September and an emotionally brutal miscarriage in November. I was determined to be organized and scheduled this year but now we move again in September. Into our very own house which has me wanting to paint and plan out gardens.

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I’m not an octopus, I tell myself again.

I will say no to some things so that I can say yes to what is most needful even if that looks like a day with nothing on the calendar.

Do you have a phrase you say to remind yourself of what is needed? Tell me about your busy seasons and how you say no so that you can say yes. 


P.S. If you need another phrase to say, I love this one (and the whole post for explanation) from Sarah at Amongst Lovely Things– “I am not an airplane”.


What’s on My Nightstand (Quick Lit August 2015)

I read a lot of books, it’s my favourite way to wind down in the evenings and to occupy myself at the beach when I’m not playing in the water with my girls.  I read some really good books (and some duds but I’m only sharing the good ones here) this last month and here are my quick takes on them. Head over to Modern Mrs. Darcy for many titles and recommendations!

Secrets of a Charmed Life by Susan Meissner

 I’ve read a lot of books set in England during WW2 and several of those books have dealt with the stories of the London evacuees. This book starts in modern England where a history student just needs to interview one person for her paper but the story she is told is so much more then just a story for a good grade. From leaving London during the bombing with her little sister to  taking another girl’s name to designing bridal gowns and dreaming of a much bigger life then that of her single mom’s life, Isabel shares her regrets, fears and tremendous courage. This story had me crying and staying up way past my bedtime to see if the two sisters ever found the happy ever after they dreamed of.  It’s a story set in decades past but it’s themes are transcendent for all time.



The Fringe Hours by Jessica Turner

 Fringe hours – those moments of time in the corners of the day wherein you do what makes your life beautiful. Jessica interviewed over 2000 women for the writing of this book and it is full of their stories plus plenty of personal experience from Jessica’s own life. I’m pretty good at self care but this book went above and beyond self care into the how, why, when and what of personal time. It’s a kick in the pants, an encouragement from a good friend and has me thinking of the care and keeping of myself on a much different level.




Inherit Midnight by Kate Kae Myers

I don’t read a lot of YA fiction but this was a super fun read. There is a large inheritance but in order for it to be given, the family must participate in a round the world scavenger hunt to understand where and how the money had been earned. There’s one of every kind in this family, a sweet romance and lots of fast-paced action. Perfect for an all day beach read.





The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas

 After reading some meh books, I turned to this old favourite. I’ve read more times then I remember and each time I marvel at the story-telling, details and keeping all the characters straight over a timeline of thirty years. It’s a story of one man who was wrongfully accused and left to die in a prison. It’s a story of perservance, of love and bitter hate and how the smallest act of either of those emotions can have the greatest consequence on so many lives.




The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie by Wendy McClure

 When I was ten, I requested a Laura Ingalls birthday. We dressed up, cooked all the food from the Little House cookbook and played only games that Laura would have played. Twenty years later, I’m still a big fan of the Ingalls, in awe of Ma and the adventures she undertook with her clan and still consider these books a needful classic on everyone’s shelf. Wendy McClure was a lot like me except she undertook the experiences as an adult, reading the books, making the recipes (including making butter in a jar and grinding wheat by hand) and then visiting all the sites ever associated with Laura and her family. It’s part memoir and part a re-telling of a beloved story. The book seems to peter out towards the end as her list of places to visit ends, a bittersweet tale of the fact that non of us can ever really re-live the books we grew up with.



We’re moving in a few weeks, my house is filled with boxes- both filled and empty, so obviously I need book recommendations, what have you loved this summer? 


Wild and Free Children. In the City.

We’ve lived in this apartment for almost a year. I’ve learned how to make it home and create cozy landing spots for all of us at the end of the day. I’ve learned the quirks of living here, two floors up and no backyard. And I’ve learned how to keep my children from going too crazy each day and driving us (and the neighbours!) up the wall.

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I see all the cute pins for backyard fun and I just pass them on by. We’re renters without a yard or a patio or a bit of earth to call our own. I’ve had my grumbly days, I’ve built many urban homestead castles in the air and I may have a countdown going until we move into our own house with plenty of space to run and be wild. 

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I see the hashtag on instagram #wildandfreechildren often picturing gorgeous mountains and streams and woods, oh my! I read the articles about how this generation doesn’t know how to play outside and the obvious link between outside time and productivity for both children and adults.  And I decided that just as a lack of space doesn’t have to define my hospitality, my lack of personal yard doesn’t need to define my girls’ childhood.

Despite the lack of a yard, I’ve gotten creative. We used the hill behind us all winter long for sliding and snow fort making and snow painting. The girls rode their bikes in the parking lot, learning quickly about boundaries and road safety. We go to the beach and the playground and the forest a lot. We’ve foraged for wild strawberries and blueberries in the tall grass behind the apartment building where if you close your eyes (and ears) you could be in a meadow, anywhere. The girls have made houses under the tall tree and turned rocks over to find them teeming with little bugs.

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This is what the last year has taught me- there are opportunities to be wild and free anywhere and everywhere. A playground structure or big boulders are for climbing, trees and picnic tables can become playhouses. It requires more of me to enable my children to be wild and free when we live in an apartment then if we lived on ten acres. But a morning’s walk along a forest trail where we stop and see the tadpoles, take turns climbing trees and listen quietly to all the birds- it does me as much good as it does them.

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It wasn’t what we wanted or even what we thought our future held- a move to the city and apartment living.  But I am glad we did it. I wouldn’t have discovered the joy of wild blueberries with my girls, warm from the sun and eaten before we could even mention pie. I never would have found all the trails and lakes and wild places that are now our favourite haunts. We wouldn’t have a year full of memories from our walks, bike rides and swim times.

I can’t wait to move into our own home with our own bit of earth and watch my children come more alive as they play wild and free in their own backyard.

Tell me about the limitations that have made you seek out other ways to be outside- small yard, no yard, busy roads? Or tell me about your outdoor space, full of trees, streams and all that lovely stuff. Let’s inspire each other!


7 Things I learned in July

Linking up with Emily Freeman to share the things I learned in July:

1. I don’t blog in the summer. I just don’t and the world doesn’t stop spinning because I hardly post on my blog. I’m outside, at the beach, staying up way too late with a book (or a child) and having evening jam making sessions in my kitchen. I’ve tried to blog at night but after a full day of momming and doing life,  I have no words left to share publicly. It’s been a nice break and a needful break though unintentional. I’m on instagram a lot, it’s my favourite social media outlet- find me there @breannemosher.

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2. There is always something that sucks and something that is wonderful in every season. For the past few months Jared has been working a late shift which means we have most of the days to spend together which has been wonderful. We’ve done all our exploring as a family and we’ve lingered over coffee almost every single morning. But we don’t spend our evenings together and I’ve became a bit of a pro at doing bedtime solo. It’s changing up again and I’m excited to be back on a bit of ‘normal’ routine.

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3. Jam making is a lost art. But it doesn’t have to be that way. My mum taught me and I’m so glad she did. I made jam with a friend and she’ll teach me how to knit this fall. Both arts are best passed on person to person and the results are wonderful.

4. Rest is hard but good. A few months ago my naturopath confirmed that I have adrenal fatigue and laid out a plan of action- how to rest properly and how to start the rebuilding process of my adrenal glands. I say no a lot, consider carefully any yes I do say and then focus on the simple things like reading and being outside with my girls. It’s changed my summer and for the better.

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5. There is such a thing as too many beach days. We’ve had a string of cool, rainy days and it’s been nice to just stay home and get caught up on home chores.

6. This season of motherhood is my favourite- my girls are independent, conversations with them are fun and entertaining, and their help is actually beneficial to me.

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7. A night away by a lake feels like a lot longer then just 24 hours. We spent a wonderful night away with friends at their cabin- they fed us amazing food, we went out in boats, the children played and played and we talked steadily. It was so refreshing and we can’t wait to do it again.



What a Summer of Yes Looks Like

It’s 8 pm and my girls are just asleep. There is a fine trail of sand from the front door to well, everywhere in our house. Their hair is still damp from their shower and the cooler sits in the kitchen, ready for the next adventure.

We’re almost halfway through the summer and I’ve been thinking through my goals for this summer. It’s a short season- easy to track everything and see how my ideals lined up with reality.

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I’ve done well with saying yes.

We’ve stayed longer at the splash pad and the beach, past their bedtime. We’ve stopped for ice-cream cones as a family outing or just before supper because it’s summer and I love surprising my girls like that. I’ve bought the Frozen cheerios when they asked because a box of cereal with Elsa and Anna on it makes my little people very happy. We’ve read lots of books both the chapter kind and the picture kind, I have most of the picture books memorized. The girls helped me prepare strawberries for the freezer and for shortcake which involved both of them using a knife, it was a wonderful time for all of us even if there were more fruit with the hulls then if I had done it all by myself. It was worth it.

Here’s the flip side to all of that. 

My house hasn’t had the same care that it normally gets. Our laundry pile was scary big and all my floors need to be washed, especially from the thin layer of outdoors that we’ve brought in with us. One of my girls needs a little more structure in her days and having a different routine each day has not been helpful for her. My other daughter would go and go and go not realizing that she needs her own chill time as well. There’s some fantastic experiences but there’s also been meltdowns and struggles from overtired girls, me included.

Part of me wants to say yes and  be on top of the laundry. Part of me knows that is unrealistic especially since after a day out in the sun, the last thing I want to do after getting the girls to sleep is clean something. I sit in the quiet and remember the sweet moments from the day. I  read my book and let the housework go.

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It’s been fun. It’s been really fun. 

But as we head into the next half of the summer, we’ve made some tweaks mostly to keep this summer a sustainable one and not be completely burned out when September comes. We made a weekly schedule which ensures that we stay a little more on top of the laundry and the bathroom while also going on an adventure each week. We’ve planned some at home days and built in margin days for both Jared and I to have some quiet time.

It’s been a really awesome summer and I can’t wait for the rest of it with a little more routine built into our days.