“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
I had intended to write something about God changing His mind for this post. Pretty hefty topic and I don’t think I’m up to the task, so I’ll just say…
I kept waiting and collecting images of my children, thinking I’d write some meaningful post about them, but I feel too scattered to do them justice. All I have are…
That’s the name my son gave those times when we just lay around and read or do nothing together, piled on the couch, our bed, or in hammocks. (365 Day…
They adorn kitchen windowsills across the country. My favorite summer decoration. (homegrown tomatoes, day 137)
I am not too zealous with resolutions because I’m fairly disciplined and don’t really need extra pressure. Since they’re all things I really want to do, deep down, I figure…
I’ve kind of been avoiding sifting through my thousands of tree pictures from our road trip, so here’s the Clapotis scarf by Kate Gilbert that I made while driving. Since…
