SPRING
the season of resurrection
Spring has finally arrived in our part of the world. Everywhere I turn, color bursts from greyed, barren branches and forgotten fields. Even my skin is different, now pink with sunlight, toes exposed to the
cheers to spring! | three fresh ways to toast the new season
The kids and I picnicked in the yard earlier this week, afterward pushing our plates aside to sprawl across the blankets in the warm sun. Each day it seems we find new plant life sprouting
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
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
