black and white in black and white

coffee

watch

picture

purse

idea book (our farm stand has a name, and a logo...still working on the rest!)

quote

sandals

Letter P

Maybe I need some color? 

I want you to know that I don't always write about what's going on behind the scenes here- in my home, in my heart. It shouldn't surprise you to know that sometimes things are messy. We all deserve a quiet little corner of privacy and thought. Sometimes talking about make-up or patio furniture is good for me, but please don't think that I can't understand or empathize with the weightier things in life.  I never want to be guilty of portraying a life that's just about fluff. I realize that many of you are dealing with some really tough stuff. My heart goes out to you. Sometimes when I hear about an illness, or a preterm labor, or anything really sad or frightening, I feel a little guilty for posting about popscicles and lounging by the pool. It's never my intention to belittle the courageous suffering of others...

I'm not always cheerful. Often times I'm afraid. I lose my patience every day- several times. My kids misbehave. Marriage is hard work. My car smells like old cheese. We are all mucking our way through this human experience. Together.

If you are hurting, I'm sorry. If I you are struggling, I'm cheering you on. If you are smiling, I'm smiling too. Just do your best! It will be ok. Let's have a happy weekend. XXOO

week's end iPhone dump

Monday: sunburned

Tuesday: planting lettuce

Wednesday: out to lunch

Thursday: date night

Friday: yogurt and pjs, coffee to go, playing at the park, and afternoon run

It's fun to look back over the last few days and see all the good stuff. I love keeping track of simple things.

Guess who turns TWO tomorrow?  Can't believe how fast time goes. We all say that don't we? What if we lived like we really understood that? I'm eating cake tomorrow. Hope it turns out!!

downpour

We had thunder, lightning, and rain earlier this week.  Yesterday afternoon the clouds again approached slowly and I was a little giddy, hoping, hoping! for more. I could smell the rain in the air- fresh and mossy. There's nothing like a good downpour. I'm not talking about the constant gray drizzle that I grew up with. I'm talking about big, huge, splashy raindrops- maybe even a little warm.

We were in luck. It caught me and the kids coming out of costco with a cart full of stuff, and I'm glad it did! We made a mad dash to the car, screaming and squealing. Wearing sandals, short sleeves, and a skirt, I was soaked! Even the mascara was running down my face. I'm sure it was quite a sight. So fun!

Storms like that make me come alive a little bit. Do they do that to you? Don't they sort of set you free from your inhibitions? Don't they make you want to hold hands and run through the puddles? Kiss under an umbrella? Snuggle under a blanket by the window, counting the seconds between the flashes of light and the rumbles of thunder? 

So perfect, an unexpected little adventure. Let's do that more often.