tiny moments (and everything in between)
I find a scrap piece of paper in my desk drawer with this quote scribbled on it: All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world. (E.B. White) I read it and my heart explodes… no, not explodes… rather, expands, opens very very wide, fluffs its feathers … Continue reading simple
I wake to steady rain and think—no feel, deep inside—ohyes and thank you and please rain all day. The light is dim, soft, quiet, my husband gone to work, the kids still sleeping. It feels a coffee kind of morning and I take the French press from the cupboard, boil water in the kettle, measure grounds, pour, … Continue reading skipper
I get a new half pan for my watercolor set, quinacridone magenta. The older I get, the more I like pink. When younger, I thought it conventional to like pink, stereotypical, liking a color society assumes I like because I am female. So I showed them (them in quotation marks), cultivated instead a love for yellow which remains … Continue reading glorious
I feel like I have so much to say. Then again, I feel like I don’t have much to say at all. The feeling about which I wrote last week is staying with me. I am resting again with flowers. I haven’t planted anything in the raised garden beds yet. (If you’ve been with me … Continue reading Thank You, Mother Nature
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like planting flower seeds before the rain. ***Just a few days left to register for the next round of Just 5 Things. We’ll be playing with creative list making…part fun, part soulful. All doable. Will you join us? Click here to read … Continue reading :: Sometimes Mondays ::
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like a pretty new watering can. ***A note to remind you that registration is open for the next round of Just 5 Things. We’ll be playing with creative list making…part fun, part soulful. All doable. Will you join us? Click here to … Continue reading :: Sometimes Mondays ::
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like transplanting (and loving) the basil.
Sometimes Mondays look like more weed pulling...even though all of Sunday was spent doing just that...there are still more {and they're almost pretty}. An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections.
every time i head out to the garden - this summer, last summer, ever - i vastly underestimate the amount of time a given task is going to take me. i think i'm heading out to weed for thirty minutes and it takes closer to ninety. i do this over and over again. yesterday was … Continue reading dear garden
taking some time to reflect upon my week... :: a slight love affair with the tomatoes coming in...if you follow me on instagram, you know the story :: french toast for dinner :: the kids making movies :: this book...so hard to put it down when the day's doings are, well, doing :: a week … Continue reading :: noticing the moments ::
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