dreamer

This is a beautiful, dreamy little scene from Randolph County in the heart of North Carolina. Reflections are always so nice…

mellow yellow

The first time I saw these I was told they were chicken poop flowers. They’re in the fields every year after manure is spread. The smell is amazing...  I’m not sure if the flowers correspond with fertilizer or simply the time of year, but I always thought it wasn’t the nicest thing to call these little flowers. Like the lotus, out of mud, muck & in this case maybe poo, beauty will flourish. 

wander



“Tag me and I’ll come back!” my son called out about 100 feet down a less traveled path. Ok! But we kept going. And how beautiful. You kind of lose yourself in these places. Lose track of time & responsibility. These are the days you want to last forever. 

spring top ten

I love… 

  1. Driving down Highway 64 and spotting a hot air balloon overhead. (Don’t worry, I safely found a parking lot to pull in to take this photo.)
  2. Seeing a house decorated in huge hot pink & red hearts. I love it!
  3. Hearing kids laughing loudly while running through the trees beside a creek.
  4. Birds singing.
  5. Sunshine on my face.
  6. Super-duper friendly baristas.
  7. Motivation to live better & be better. Whether it comes from friends, books or a PTO challenge.
  8. Our dog playing soccer with us. It was actually more like keep-away!
  9. Watching the trees form buds & blooms.
  10. Spending time with friends who will love you regardless of whatever inane things fly out of your mouth.

Happy Spring!!!

    lightness of heart 

    It has been far too a time since our last correspondence. A malady of little peril has finally lifted our household. I speak of this only to offer a reckoning so you do not hold me in contempt or believe that I do not care. For I do. I find myself writing today in the mere hopes you will find forgiveness in your heart. For it was but yesterday we were taking a stroll to the north through the gardens and we came upon the most impressive of wild cherry. And I felt I certainly must write. It was neither impressive in height nor stature but in the amount of sweet honeybees that graced its delicate blossoms. What a joyous sight. We could have stared in wonder for half a day and I dare say it would have felt no time at all. Only to be disrupted by a single mallard flying past low against the water. So we carried on. I wish you well and that this finds you in good spirits, with lightness of heart and fierce determination like those adored honeybees.

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