on top of gingham blankets, croissantsiced chai latteslilac branches first watermelon slices lavender hydrangeas, white tulips, soft rose peonieson our deck, pink winefree blooming;a memorial month of mediative remembering,love is for alwaysyet goodbyes are tender midnight moonsgeese callsspring greensbirdsongs how do you know it’s may
season | spring
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simply loving
01. nash’s last day of preschool was this past thursday, may 25 – his teacher tenderly looked at me and said, “i love this kid.” and it was all the feels02. his artwork from the year was also – all the feels!03. jazz music playing…
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soul medicine during springtime days
for the soul in the springtime
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may intentions
“May this new monthbring us closer to healing.May it ground us in humility,love, and celebration.May is show us the importance of self preservation.”–Josefina H. Sanders may intentions | 01. go to a greenhouse for flowers 02. farmer’s market for fresh produce weekly 03. spring cleaning…
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simply loving
simply loving | 01. my kids’ ages and being their momma 02. this lovely friendship blessing from my favorite podcast, “a blessing for friendship”03. my perfect weather lately – so all of the time at local parks (50s-low 70s with a few rainy days sprinkled through)04.…
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an easter basket for parks + nash
hope you are enjoying the first week of spring. i recently shared this easter basket for rosie here are the baskets for the boys this year. i love playing the bunny and finding sweet somethings for each of them throughout the year. most of their baskets…
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an easter basket for rosemary
spring is on the way, dear readers. i am anticipating the season of new growth and life surrounding us; to breathe and bathe in it. do you hear the birds where you are? listening out the window near my writer’s book- maybe they are perched…
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a motherhood session + my one hope
we recently did a motherhood session with a photographer who took photos of parks and i right before nash was born + when the boys met for the first time in the hospital. she is wonderful and captured this season for us so well. forever…
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borrowed words
Blossom by Mary Oliver In Aprilthe ponds openlike black blossoms,the moonswims in every one;there’s fireeverywhere: frogs shoutingtheir desire,their satisfaction. Whatwe know: that timechops at us all like an ironhoe, that deathis a state of paralysis. Whatwe long for: joybefore death, nightsin the swale – everything…