everday life
bits of home
I unpacked the last of the kitchen this week, ignoring the handful of small details around the space we’re still waiting to complete, grateful to be making food here again. Even the kids have welcomed
a rainy weekend: winter’s prelude
It has rained for days now. A cold, relentless rain. I look toward our cactus still propped on our outdoor table, now hunched over like an old man, withering. Cold has a way of making us
a hundred times before
You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make