Doug asked me yesterday if I meant to post last year’s pictures of Eliza’s birthday. Well, yes I did. Was that weird? Sorry if…
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Our oldest girl turned seven this weekend. We celebrated in St. George. Spent a whole week together, hiking, swimming, recovering and reconnecting. It was…
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I’m sharing a favorite love poem at Segullah today. Come read and leave a comment. Tell us about a new love, old love, or…
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We call it Snowball Bush. It is also known as Whitsun-Boss, Elder-Rose, Pincushion Tree, or for the scientific agrarian, Viburnum Opulus.
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They were on the mantle this morning. Resting stately, elegantly. My one request. Because they last. If you trim them right, new buds will…
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Meet us.
Sketched.
Pretty fun.
My friend Stephanie drew this version of our family from a past valentine photo and sent it my way last month. I made copies and handed them…
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I hear this from women. Often. I read it in your emails and comments. I hear it in our conversations, in the pitch of your…
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431. tulips curving toward the light
432. bitty doll clothes…
hung out to dry
433. the lone survivor
434. swing set that arrived today, meant to keep the…
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Yesterday marked the official end of tax season (since the 15th fell on a Sunday this year). We are one happy troop around here,…
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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…
