These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
I am just throwing up some old instagram pics along with some rambles to get myself back into the blog routine. I’ve been overhauling my eating and sleeping habits and…
I’ve been quiet here for a few weeks to do some Spring cleaning. It’s all part of that taking time to do things that are good for me, while balancing…
I remember bringing photography books from the college library home to my rented room and spending the afternoon leafing through them. I know that I’m just one of millions who’s…
I give up! I can’t do it and I’m not going to try. Seems like every time you turn around, someone is recruiting: a noble cause, the PTA, classes I…
This was a good weekend project. It is Dreiecke by Shannon Cook of Very Shannon and it’s extra special to me because it involves two people whose blogs I love to…
I’ve been feeling a little cloistered lately. Maybe it’s the early hour that it gets dark, or the stuffy noses from marsh burnings that has me slowing down. Maybe it’s…
