“Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.”
― Anne Tyler
sunbathing
It seems I have come full circle, arriving back (but truly forward) to a place where I feel like myself once more. I won’t bore you with the details, but I will say it is a relief to stop fighting with the doubt and uncertainty and get on with living.
moring mood
a field of daisies
raspberry cream pie
breakfast from the garden
“Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.”
— Mary Oliver, Mysteries, Yes
playing in the clover
the first dahlia
rose as night falls
ready for the grill
raspberry season
Each evening I set on the steps of the patio and watch the dogs play. The warmth of the day radiates up from the stone pavers and I reflect on the simple things that brought me joy, learning to bow my head in gratitude.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
Iris Murdoch
the purple flamingo
filling the vases
curly
early morning light
this week’s flower moments,
and one sweet boy . . .
early morning deadheading
on the table
summer colored puffy balls
"July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out of the garden."
- Jean Hersey
after dinner play
morning table
spaghetti salad
summer days flow with ease . . .
shadows and light
over the lake
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
manzanita, oregon
us
room with a view
Baker
horses
sea grass
welcome home
we headed to the beach to celebrate our wedding anniversary, coming home to roses in bloom, and our sweet pup, who had to stay home . . .
“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
wonder
lavender
breakfast on the front lawn
fill the vases
fairy caps
bits and pieces of my week . . .
where I stand
from the garden
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing."
- Annie Dillard
rose bud
strawberry jam
afternoon pick me up
bits and pieces from my week . . .
daisy