SEASONS
sweet goodbyes.
Everything ends at some point. Some endings bring relief, like the end of childbirth or a difficult test or race, while other endings cause a sort of grief, like reaching the bottom of a good
a brimming independence
I imagined this summer differently a few months ago. Mark had a full summer of classes planned and our family budget had dramatically shrunk this year, both leaving little room for a typical vacation. As
summer: the sweet, lethargic hammock of rest
Wow. It’s July. I know, technically it’s time for another {this moment} but I’ve noticed myself succumbing to the ease of photo blogging and failing to actually retrieve the thoughts and words filling our life
our homeschool in pictures | SUMMERTIME
Each May, I stand at Summer’s doorstep, overcome with her freedom and bounty, only to watch too many events and activities drain those warm days like a funnel filled with fine, white sand. This year,
Easter weekend wrap-up.
Trying to save some money, we decided to stay home this Easter. So instead of eating tons of delicious food, celebrating the Resurrection with our extended families, here’s what we did right here at home:
{this moment}: the season for planting seeds
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
ode to spring break
Hail to you, glorious break of Spring, drawing us outdoors into your warm breath, stretching our souls beyond the formal lessons that can banish our inquiring nature to — death? We honor you, glorious break
{this day}: daytrip to austin
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)