March 27, 2012

March is baby greens pushing themselves out of the black dirt to meet their new life.  I took this picture lying on my stomach, by the way, and found out that adjusting not only your camera's angle, but your own as well, helps a lot in photography.

March is self portraits in my mirror that is for once clean.  *grins*

March is a ride out in the prairie country...  and taken pictures of it out of a car window that never gets clean.  Ahem.

March is perfectly stunning clear skies that seem to go on for miles and miles, all dripping in a liquid blue.  It's a feast for my eyes- I guess that figures as I have about fifty pictures of nothing else other than that.

March is branches bursting in lime and green leaves.  My daily routine has been setting up a blanket of sorts on the ground under the shade of our trees with a book, some knitting, my camera, and maybe a nice long chat with a friend.

March has been perfectly lovely.  Hows yours goin'?

Oh... just right now

March 24, 2012

There's something about that golden light in the evening, spilling all over the stilling world, that beckons me outside to behold it's beauty.  There's really no other time like the "golden hour"- not even sunrises- that quite equals it.  Maybe it's the comforting thought that everything is going to sleep and the sunset is the last kiss of light and warmth we'll get until the morrow.  Maybe it's how everything that the light touches becomes illuminated and highlighted.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm just drawn to it because it's beautiful.  Either way, I love that special time of day when the last bit of gold light is flickering out of the sky.

Since the days are so much longer and a lot warmer, I've find myself outside more; digging my toes in the wet ground (a guilty pleasure of mine *cough*), taking endless pictures of trees in bloom, craning my neck to look up at the sky and see... blue!  Nary a cloud in the sky for miles.  Frequent trips to antique stores, going out with mama just she and I... and perhaps trying a new flavor of ice cream.  Raspberry cheesecake anyone?  And lots of sunshine.  Of course.

Strawberries.  Doesn't that just say summer, y'all?  Mama and Morgan laugh and call me crazy as I snap pictures of the dear things when I should be cutting or rinsing them.  Well, strawberries are cute, you know.

-yours truly

Spring break

March 19, 2012

"It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!" -Mark Twain


p.s. whatchy'all think about the new design?

The Little Cowboy is Five

March 13, 2012

On March 13th 2007, a little baby boy was ready to make his first appearance to this world.  I remember it so vividly.  Daddy woke me up around 3:00 in the morning, whispering those scarey, longed for, dreamed of words that sent our little house into a happy, frightening sort of chaos.  We all- all seven of us- climbed into our suburban and left for the hospital.

The white tile floor, cream colored walls, the brown double doors with two tiny windows, stay forever etched into my memory.  If someone would have come by that uncomfortably clean hall, they would have seen a four children crowding around those big double doors and tiny windows.

After a long time of waiting, on the other side of the windows, a door flew open.  A small group of nurses (I would suppose them to be) ran past us about four yards away.  In the arms of one, was Aidan- only seconds old- red, screaming, and wriggling... probably one of my very favorite scenes ever.

Five years later to the date, I sit here typing away about that miraculous event.  Right now, sleeping in his little p.j.'s, is my baby brother- the little cowboy.  The only thing is, he's not my "baby" brother, or even "little."  He's five.  And he's the most handsome little cowboy with muddy brown and green eyes, a smile always on his face, and a cowboy hat on his head.  I love him.


Happy days

March 9, 2012

These days have been following each other in a comforting steady rhythm- like your heart beat.  These simple sweet days are the ones I want to remember because they stay steads but are always different, holding unique and beautiful moments and happiness.

My little project has been collecting cloth napkins for my hope chest.  I found a set of eight vintage, beautiful, embroidered napkins at a antique store this weekend- I know- eep!  I've been crocheting a lace edging around them- whatchy'all think?  There's something about cloth napkins that get me every time... maybe it's the scarcity you find those sorts of things during day to day life.  Next up: napkin rings!

Loving fresh eggs.  Who wouldn't?  That cute little shape they have, the complete country look when in a gray carton, and their general happy demeanor just makes them so loveable.  (Yes, I’m very much aware that I’m crazy but in my own defense, that was an inevitable inheritance.  Ahem.)  The nice thing about the dear things is that their colors can vary from cream, dusty pink, faded peach, nutty brown, and white.  Gotta love em’.

Earrings.  I didn’t think I’d ever be crazy about jewelry but earrings?  Quite.  I’m keeping mine in frame, dangling from wire.  They make me happy when I see them there.  Oh, and I followed this tutorial to make it.

So, how's your week going?

p.s. I'm going on a shot weekend trip with my daddy and brother...  maybe I'll have some pictures to show.

the world anew

March 5, 2012

I see it everywhere; this slow tantalizing, intriguing world coming back to life.  I can hear it.  Birds warbling and twittering, the trees shaking and dancing in the wind that whispers of spring.  I can feel it.  The sun on my face, a blue sky giving volume to my world, the light touch of small plants ascending from dirt.  The taste in the air is warm and sharp- it's fresh and new.  As I observe, I notice that while everything is changing back to the same old, same old, there's this silence that plays everywhere.  A silent song playing third fiddle in the background; some song I can't quite hear but suspect it's the breath held in, that expects and hopes and prays for spring to come, that daren't believe it's here.

Something I particularly love about spring is the fact that while a whole new page of life is beginning, everything doesn't all change at one.  It just passes over, becomes part of someone's prime.  The requiem of the old year is acknowledged so we turn with open arms to a new life, happily awaiting her flight and slow awakening.

With spring, I'm looking forward to long days blooming in the sunlight, plants to "mama" with all the love they can possibly get, more opportunities for photography adventures, and lots of chances to thrift.  Hopefully a project or two to work on as well... *hint hint*

How's your week?