Where We Live

I have been driving the back roads lately. To be honest, at first I was doing it because I had to. My car was acting up when I went over 55mph, but now I'm doing it because I want to.

Lena and I go slow, pack the camera and explore where we live via the back roads, the dirt roads, the loooong way. And its beautiful! With Spring nearly here there are new buds and blooms every day.

These are what we found today on our way to town.

I'm content in knowing that I taught Lena something valuable today. I taught her that it's okay to stop what you're doing a take a moment with nature. To value these moments where there is nothing so important that you can't stop to take in the color of the season's first flowers.

Get your toes dirty with soil. Stain your fingers and nose with pollen. 

Enjoy what today has to offer.



A Winter Weekend

The middle of February and it feels like Spring. Our Daffodils have bloomed, the Tulip trees are bursting, and I saw the seasons first Golden Poppies yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun has fooled our little place here on Earth once again. Foggy mornings and sunny afternoons.

This past weekend it was beyond Spring and well into Summer. The only reminder that it wasn't really Summer was the absence of green leaves filling every tree.
We spent our Sunday at VML tasting room. Enjoying a brunch with friends under the warm winter sun. Bubble drinks, happy flowers, and a happy Lena exploring the beautiful gardens.
Thankful for the Spring weather from Mother Nature and thankful for Sundays like these.


A Person I Love

 

A few days ago I found out that a person I love left this earth. I knew she had been on hard times and I knew she was feeling very down, but I never imagined. Never really thought. And now she's gone and we're left here with sorrow, guilt, and questions.

She was found in Jenner Bay. Who knew she was missing? Why did this happen? Why didn't I do anything?! My sweet, Janelle, I am so sorry. My heart breaks that you're gone. My heart breaks that I did nothing. My heart breaks that your heart must have been so, so broken to do what you did.

I will never forget you. You were one of the greatest artist I knew. You taught me about the magic of nature, about true friendship, how to really party and celebrate the little things in life, about Salvador Dali, and the velvet scent of Heavenly.

I hope that's where you are now. Surrounded by unending love and waterfalls. I hope you know how many of us loved you. So many hearts that are crying because you're gone. What we would do for a chance to go back and tell you what you meant to us. I hope to meet you again one day.