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.
(365 Day 186) These are some 365’s taken through the viewfinder, a sometimes frustrating endeavor that has the potential to produce a neat little image along with many impatient outbursts….
I finally did a thing that I always equated with little old ladies knitting when I was a child. I made mittens. They’re the Linden Mittens by Jane Richmond. I…
Everything is growing. I get kind of sad about it when each school year begins. I miss the intensity of mothering my children when they were small. Nothing highlights the…
It’s summer color … but gently. my Flickr and instagram feed
My New Year’s Eve was not all fireworks and excitement. In fact, the kids were at friends’ homes and there were no fireworks at all. There wasn’t even cocoa. Sigh….
