SEASONS

all in a weekend
  Rest and be thankful. ― William Wordsworth Sometimes I think about the early days of our family, when we’d harness babies to our bodies and walk without aim, just to be together. To be. Sometimes
a daytrip to Galveston
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. ― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time Kristen and I spontaneously packed
when spring comes
Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into winter coats. Maybe we needed an event to share with
only once
Things never happen the same way twice. ― C.S. Lewis The morning is slow, rare for us on any day, especially on a Saturday. Mark has left town for the weekend and the kids and I
strawberry pancakes
Seeing that we had several pounds of strawberries to use and preserve, the girls and I decided to make strawberry pancakes for breakfast last weekend. Blythe and Olive love to help, which I love, but
a strawberry farm
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. ― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems Last week the days grew so warm that on one afternoon the kids even ran through the sprinkler in the
THREADS {two ways}
  JACKET (similar here, here, or here) DAY: dress | boots | earrings | sunglasses | bag NIGHT: blouse | jeans | earrings (similar here or here) | clutch | heels When it comes to clothing, I’m
the earth’s poem
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ― Rainer Maria Rilke Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with her warm, delicious breath, signaling new birth, disrupting our routines.
you are my sunshine
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. -Kurt Vonnegut It’s mid-February and already our trees are birthing