Sometimes Mondays look like candlelight.
My cosmos bloomed late this year. Like really late. Like last-week late. All summer long, the zinnias have been incredible in their reds – oranges – creams – yellows – bright pinks – light pinks – deep pinks. The cosmos though? Tall feathery stalks with not a single bloom. Not one. Until last week. … Continue reading All In Good Time
Sometimes Mondays look like autumn leaves scattered across the patio.
Sometimes Mondays look like the autumn sedum doing its autumn thing.
I slow-roast grape tomatoes and try not to eat them all before storing them in the mason jar. It’s hard to restrain myself. While cleaning, I find the note my daughter wrote to me when she was very little: I love you. I hope your nose fells [sic] better. I find this note each time … Continue reading On a Thursday
I’ll tell you why this isn’t a contest. Because I don’t care. Don’t contestants need to care, need to have a vested interest in order to actually compete? It’s not that I don’t care about anything, because I do (oh, I do) – but I don’t care about being better than you or being perfect (whatever … Continue reading Contests (or Living)
Sometimes Mondays look like casting on and beginning something new. P.S. Just Five Things begins next Monday. Click here to join us. xo
A quiet journaling series. Read here to learn more about following along from June 19 – August 28. As inspired, please share in the comments below + use #atinybitofquiet on Instagram. Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.Without them, humanity cannot survive.~ Dalai Lama ~ • Who (and what) do you love? … Continue reading A Tiny Bit of Quiet :: August 28
Sometimes Mondays look like zinnias.
Sometimes Mondays look like tea and sunlight and a feeling of coming home. An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections.