April came and went, and here we are somewhere in the middle of May. Easter turned into Mothers Day it seems overnight. I found my old green teacups, August found his toes... baby shoes were made, stories read (my new favorite book is Charley Harper ABC's... amazing artwork), Mimi and Tatu came for a visit, seeds were planted, songs sung. The days spill over with possibility. But, the sweetest time is spent staring at little fingers and toes, rocking on the front porch, watching spring unfold... every moment a gift.
I love... birds, my son august, garden roses, hens, old things, emmylou harris, a cup of coffee, knitting, snow falling, cooking in my kitchen, my garden, peonies, the mississippi river, my cat frances, paris, my old gibson, the innocence mission, dancing, patsy cline, rain, sad songs, a bottle of wine, a warm sweater, autumn leaves, cherry blossoms, magnolia trees, the south, the minnesota state fair, flea markets, lancaster farmers market, tennessee, saint pauls cathedral, saint therese of liseux, emily dickinson, mary oliver, annie dillard, a robins nest, lake superior, my husbands hands, vintage dresses, record players, candlelight, winter ..
April came and went, and here we are somewhere in the middle of May. Easter turned into Mothers Day it seems overnight. I found my old green teacups, August found his toes... baby shoes were made, stories read (my new favorite book is Charley Harper ABC's... amazing artwork), Mimi and Tatu came for a visit, seeds were planted, songs sung. The days spill over with possibility. But, the sweetest time is spent staring at little fingers and toes, rocking on the front porch, watching spring unfold... every moment a gift.
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