JANUARY MORNINGS

1/16/2018



Often, when I awake in the morning, it's already noisy outside.  The owl has gone to sleep, but the yard birds perch on an old Pecan tree outside my window and start their singing.  The Carolina Wren is the loudest and cheeriest of them, sounding something like, "jimmy, jimmy, jimmy." Sometimes their song stays with me for the rest of the day.  

Downstairs, coffee is brewing, fires are warming up the rooms, the cats are waiting impatiently to be let out and the winter morning sun is streaming through the windows, casting a glow across the tables. This is my favorite part of the day, when everything, like myself, wakes up to a newness with a little frosty sparkle.

I don't usually squeeze fresh juice, but we had a bag of ugly oranges, and on this particular morning, it just felt natural to do so. There's something comforting about standing in your kitchen squeezing fresh juice, bathed in warm light.  It brought me joy so I just may do it again, and again.




Living in the country where life is so slow anyways, has really helped me understand, more so realize, that moments are important, not always the big picture or the dreams to be.  And that slowing down, absorbing those moments and holding onto them dearly is the way I need to live wholeheartedly.  And that's what I've promised myself, to live more wholeheartedly. 

Often, when I awake in the morning, it's already noisy outside.  The owl has gone to sleep, but the yard birds perch on an old Pecan tree outside my window and start their singing.  The Carolina Wren is the loudest and cheeriest of them, sounding something like, "jimmy, jimmy, jimmy." Sometimes their song stays with me for the rest of the day.   Downstairs, coffee is brewing, fires are warming up the rooms, the cats are waiting im…


Often, when I awake in the morning, it's already noisy outside.  The owl has gone to sleep, but the yard birds perch on an old Pecan tree outside my window and start their singing.  The Carolina Wren is the loudest and cheeriest of them, sounding something like, "jimmy, jimmy, jimmy." Sometimes their song stays with me for the rest of the day.  

Downstairs, coffee is brewing, fires are warming up the rooms, the cats are waiting impatiently to be let out and the winter morning sun is streaming through the windows, casting a glow across the tables. This is my favorite part of the day, when everything, like myself, wakes up to a newness with a little frosty sparkle.

I don't usually squeeze fresh juice, but we had a bag of ugly oranges, and on this particular morning, it just felt natural to do so. There's something comforting about standing in your kitchen squeezing fresh juice, bathed in warm light.  It brought me joy so I just may do it again, and again.




Living in the country where life is so slow anyways, has really helped me understand, more so realize, that moments are important, not always the big picture or the dreams to be.  And that slowing down, absorbing those moments and holding onto them dearly is the way I need to live wholeheartedly.  And that's what I've promised myself, to live more wholeheartedly. 

CHRISTMAS DAY

12/25/2017



It's Christmas today. A bright beautiful day it is, perfectly cold and frosty too. I was up early and watched the sunrise come over the trees from the window in my bedroom.  But then I closed my eyes to listen to the birds and think about Christmas's past and fell back to sleep for hours.  It's the first Christmas that I've slept so late. I've been thinking how different it all is when family moves away and children grow up....and all the things you used to that don't need to be done anymore.

We chose for this holiday season to be different, at least some parts of it.  We've stayed at home, skipped some parties, didn't worry excessively about gifts and cards or decorating ... we kept ourselves away from the craziness that sometimes comes when you to try too hard to make Christmas just right.  That doesn't really fit in our lives anymore.

So, it's just us today and so far it's been wonderful....it's all that we told ourselves it would be if we chose to do something different.

Merry Christmas to you all and I hope from the bottom of my heart that however you spent your day, that it was wonderful, bright and beautiful also. xoxo 
It's Christmas today. A bright beautiful day it is, perfectly cold and frosty too. I was up early and watched the sunrise come over the trees from the window in my bedroom.  But then I closed my eyes to listen to the birds and think about Christmas's past and fell back to sleep for hours.  It's the first Christmas that I've slept so late. I've been thinking how different it all is when family moves away and children grow up.…


It's Christmas today. A bright beautiful day it is, perfectly cold and frosty too. I was up early and watched the sunrise come over the trees from the window in my bedroom.  But then I closed my eyes to listen to the birds and think about Christmas's past and fell back to sleep for hours.  It's the first Christmas that I've slept so late. I've been thinking how different it all is when family moves away and children grow up....and all the things you used to that don't need to be done anymore.

We chose for this holiday season to be different, at least some parts of it.  We've stayed at home, skipped some parties, didn't worry excessively about gifts and cards or decorating ... we kept ourselves away from the craziness that sometimes comes when you to try too hard to make Christmas just right.  That doesn't really fit in our lives anymore.

So, it's just us today and so far it's been wonderful....it's all that we told ourselves it would be if we chose to do something different.

Merry Christmas to you all and I hope from the bottom of my heart that however you spent your day, that it was wonderful, bright and beautiful also. xoxo 

GREENERY AND RIBBON

12/09/2017



It's been raining here for days with not even a glimpse of the sun.  I've kept the Christmas tree lights on all day and night, each one softly lighting the corners of the rooms.  We've had a fire going in each room to warm the darkness from the windows.  The days are short and lazy...this is the start of winter here.

Yesterday, I got out the Christmas boxes from the attic. I took a few things out and put them right back in. This season for us is going to be extra slow, simple and quiet and not much in those boxes felt right to put out.  I kept some velvet ribbon, a few sparkling vintage ornaments and a collection of little white birds.  The rest I tucked away again for another year.

In between the rainstorms I drove down the country roads and gathered all the greenery and pinecones and twigs that would fit into my two baskets.  We live in the middle of pine tree forests and tree lined country roads and I must have went down each one. 

I waited in the car until the rain was just a drizzle then ended up slopping around the muddy banks with the little scissors I brought, trying to cut the thick wet branches. I laughed because I was a dirty mess, but I really enjoyed myself.  And I gathered all the pretty greenery that I wanted.

Last night when darkness came much earlier than it should have, I sat by the fire and tucked all the greenery into vases and tied them with that velvet ribbon I kept.



It's been raining here for days with not even a glimpse of the sun.  I've kept the Christmas tree lights on all day and night, each one softly lighting the corners of the rooms.  We've had a fire going in each room to warm the darkness from the windows.  The days are short and lazy...this is the start of winter here. Yesterday, I got out the Christmas boxes from the attic. I took a few things out and put them right back in. This seas…


It's been raining here for days with not even a glimpse of the sun.  I've kept the Christmas tree lights on all day and night, each one softly lighting the corners of the rooms.  We've had a fire going in each room to warm the darkness from the windows.  The days are short and lazy...this is the start of winter here.

Yesterday, I got out the Christmas boxes from the attic. I took a few things out and put them right back in. This season for us is going to be extra slow, simple and quiet and not much in those boxes felt right to put out.  I kept some velvet ribbon, a few sparkling vintage ornaments and a collection of little white birds.  The rest I tucked away again for another year.

In between the rainstorms I drove down the country roads and gathered all the greenery and pinecones and twigs that would fit into my two baskets.  We live in the middle of pine tree forests and tree lined country roads and I must have went down each one. 

I waited in the car until the rain was just a drizzle then ended up slopping around the muddy banks with the little scissors I brought, trying to cut the thick wet branches. I laughed because I was a dirty mess, but I really enjoyed myself.  And I gathered all the pretty greenery that I wanted.

Last night when darkness came much earlier than it should have, I sat by the fire and tucked all the greenery into vases and tied them with that velvet ribbon I kept.



WRITING A BLOG

11/28/2017


Hello. Here I am, again, writing a blog post, thinking of all the things I want to share.  It's been awhile, but it seems right to start again, fresh.  I hope to create a special space here, one to calm the noise of a sometimes loud and chaotic world, a place to celebrate simple pleasures and quiet moments of everyday life and rituals.

I'd like to share with you my thoughts about living simply in a small country town, striving to live a beautiful life, stories of home and how some raw moments have led to new adventures and new opportunities for us .... mostly, how life changes from day to day here.

It's a space to share lovely pieces of life and how we're defining it for us.

I welcome you, my old and new friends. 
Hello. Here I am, again, writing a blog post, thinking of all the things I want to share.  It's been awhile, but it seems right to start again, fresh.  I hope to create a special space here, one to calm the noise of a sometimes loud and chaotic world, a place to celebrate simple pleasures and quiet moments of everyday life and rituals. I'd like to share with you my thoughts about living simply in a small country town, striving to live a …

Hello. Here I am, again, writing a blog post, thinking of all the things I want to share.  It's been awhile, but it seems right to start again, fresh.  I hope to create a special space here, one to calm the noise of a sometimes loud and chaotic world, a place to celebrate simple pleasures and quiet moments of everyday life and rituals.

I'd like to share with you my thoughts about living simply in a small country town, striving to live a beautiful life, stories of home and how some raw moments have led to new adventures and new opportunities for us .... mostly, how life changes from day to day here.

It's a space to share lovely pieces of life and how we're defining it for us.

I welcome you, my old and new friends.