Fairy godmothering is the sweetest of privileges.

light tonight.

.my small cup of life.

loving my sunny tiny home in the spring.

loving filling it with friends and flowers.

my girls came over on sunday to help me garden.

kim went to the farm store with me the night before to help me pick the best seeds for cutting bouquets.

everyone out and about in the warmer weather

means afternoons at the park

and more spontaneous drop-by visits

(9th grade boys knocked while I was melting old wax down; so they made candles too).

potted plants and watering new green,

vases full of color in every room,

lots of dates at the town bakery, dinners and baking and walks...

i am enjoying this season.

"[The wren] delivers such a cantering praise-

for what?

For the early morning, the taste of the spider,

for his small cup of life

that he drinks from every day, knowing it will refill.

All things are inventions of holiness...

window note by Avery across the street, age 7.

left in our shared laundry room by my next door neighbor.

a 10-year-old doing homework at my kitchen table

(requested no face in the picture. note the socks.)

Fawvers made new counters. It's way exciting. I "helped" (ate their food while they worked).

...every morning, there's my own cup of gladness."

-Mary Oliver

.beauty and joy in the bleak midwinter.

our town's 100+ year old library.

beautiful yarn for a new project.

crocuses in the kitchen.

quiet.

friends.

new favorite books + new favorite music.

dance parties over skype.

valentines.

toddlers crawling between legs and falling asleep on shoulders.

looking through my phone to find out that letting a kindergartner use the camera that morning

had produced a fabulous amazing series of self-portraits and my new favorite photo of his sister and me

(he put them all in b&w himself!).

teenagers whose nail polish match their bible covers.

ceramic glaze.

the copper bowls and teakettle i got for christmas glow so beautifully in afternoon light they make my whole kitchen feel warmer.

a quick trip to the thrift store revealed vintage dresses clearly sewed by hand and with such care attention to detail that it actually made me choke up...

the surprising loveliness, and wondering the stories behind them.

the skies, trees and fields of this place feed my soul. daily.

 

being reminded of truth at my kitchen sink, on a chalkboard, and by my community.