be back soon

I'll be m.i.a for a bit from blog land.  I'm heading out for a little adventure.  See you on the other side!


PS- Don't  you love my new banner?  My sweet husband made it for me.  He is the best.



Sometimes life leaves little treasures just for you to find.  I found a bit of my own while visiting my mom's house a few months ago and stumbled upon these little gems. 

The awkward, pale, scraggly one is me. (I'm still pale, though not as scraggly and only sometimes, er, half of the time awkward)  My sister, the cute dark haired one hamming it up; and that foxy blond rocking the black tube one piece, my mom.  I estimate she is about the same age as me now here.

I can't quite wrap my mind around that.

Even though I don't remember this day, I remember the waking from a dream when the specifics have faded, but the emotions remain. 

The timing of these finds turned out to be a small treasure on it's own as this was about the same time I happened upon this blog and this one and this one (and even more) all capturing the world around them in dreamy imperfect beauty with none other than polaroids.  I found myself wishing I had one of my own.

I had one more piece of unsuspecting treasure waiting for me in a forgotten cabinet at, again, my mom's house.  This. It's discovery resulted in a squeal of pure delight followed by an even higher pitched squeal at the knowledge it's film (discontinued film, I might add) also resides somewhere in her house (yet to be found, but have been assured it's there). 

It's truly like the universe sent me on a little surprise treasure hunt.

Now what I would really love to find is one of these

But all in due time.



White Paper Cones and The Beginning of the Middle

We found these just before the beach. From a distance they look like giant white paper cones.

In one week I will be 30. Or as my sister likes to say, "thirty, flirty & thriving". I'm not sure about the flirty part, but I'll take the thriving bit. To celebrate we've booked a tiny cabin in the heart of the NC mountains. 

The agenda so far includes (but certainly is not limited to):

tea on the porch,
coffee on the porch,
wine on the porch,
book reading,
cat napping,
pancake making,
bbq grilling,
hike taking,
journal writing,
picture snapping,
lots of vista looking and life pondering.

Honestly it's just what the doctor ordered.

Oh and how could I forget, white water rafting! (something the hubs nor I have ever done before which makes it doubly exciting).

This particular birthday excites me as much as it scares me. I am inspired with hope and expectation over whats to come, while simultaneously processing the anxiety so often associated with ticking clocks and undone know, those pesky things that I feel should have already been accomplished by now.

It's a strange place to be, this beginning of the middle.

Good, but strange.

Also, if you happen to know the proper name for the white paper cones, please do tell.  I am most curious.



well hello there summer

well hello there summer.  you sure did sneak up on us, didn't you?


{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual started by Soule Mama. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Happy Weekend!


you walk, i ride.

A few more photos from yesterday's excursion...

Found eucalyptus. A treat for our noses.

A washed up jellyfish which was still alive.  David attempted to save by picking up with a sand shovel and releasing back into the water.  The man gives literal meaning to "wouldn't hurt a fly".

One of our bikes has a flat tire (and our air pump has gone conveniently missing).  Also, seeing we haven't mastered our simultaneous "ridingbikeswhileguidingleash" skills yet, I am completely consumed by guilt whenever we take them out and leave Mabel behind (have you seen those big brown eyes?)  I've really been on a bike kick lately though, so we've made a compromise.  David walks with Mabel and I ride. It works out great since my excessive stopping and picture taking keeps us more or less on the same pace.  Once we hit the beach, I ditch the bike and take Mabel for a bit.  And then, if we want, we switch it up on the way home.  Everyone wins. 


cycles of life and a mighty huntress

Life has been moving at a hectic pace lately.  It has taken physical force to rest.  Yes, I know that makes no sense.  But if you have ever felt like you were drinking the sea with a straw just not to drown, you know what I mean.
Bea stalking a fly I think.  She is a mighty huntress.
The past two mornings it's rained.  Cool, dark rain that can turn your morning coffee into an all day event.  These are my most favorite days.  But all day coffee wasn't in my cards.  The daily routine doesn't stop for rain.
A break is coming though.  Today a small commitment was taken off my plate.  I've already started feeling lighter.  And I am in the home stretch of a very, very busy season of work.  That's life though...seasons of work, seasons of rest...cycles of life.
I've been enjoying finding my voice with this new blog.  I'm sure (and hope) it will evolve and grow even more overtime.  It's been a good excuse to get to know my camera a little more. I'd even say it's grown into a romance of sorts.  Sometimes I find the pictures I take and things I want to say have little to do with each other (such as this time).  But I'm going with it.

On a end note, I'd like to share what a four year old boy said to me while showing his garden today.  When asked which plant was his favorite, he enthusiastically replied, "Rosemary, because it smells like love!"  And I realized, he's exactly right.


dandelions, honeysuckle and childhood

sweet, sweet honeysuckle

David and I went on a bike ride this evening.  I couldn't help but be reminded of my childhood summers.  The days when I would wish on dandelions, drink honeysuckle, and eat wild blackberries.  My front door rests open as I type this while the sound of crickets comfort me.  I'm so grateful to be back in my home state.  There are still so many places in the world I hope to see, but one thing will remain: my roots are here.


Each cup of tea...

 "Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage." -Catharine Douzel 
I've always loved the ritual of tea.  The reflection, introspection and of course, imagination it lends itself to.  It seems appropriate to view each blog post as a cup of tea.  A moment to reflect as well as share, because as another great tea quote goes," Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company".

I hope you'll come share a cup with me.

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