Happiness is

a place to rest your head.

Carved Out

Devotion manifests
like small stones
sliding beneath
the balls of my feet,
smooth and circular.
I know there are limits
as love struggles
to keep its shape,
but you define
the ground and where
we should build
like initals
carved in wood.

Rooms full of sun

Rick planted a variety of herbs, cabbage, and peas from the farmer's market in the sunroom this weekend.

This leafy monstrosity has a life of its own.

Did I mention my husband bakes pies?

3 cups of fresh strawberries and 3 cups fresh rhubarb from the farmer's market this morning.

Weaving the lattice homemade wheat crust.

Almost ready to go in the oven!

Hot out of the oven!

Canopy

If life was flexible

like air: invisible

and free, I'd cast a line

or two about our love

and its debris.

Meet my new machine

My Mom and Grandma snagged this little machine for me at the Textile Center silent auction last weekend: $35.00. I am pretty excited.

Sense of Direction

On this day five years ago it all began. We drove around all night, watching stars and road signs but really just looking at each other. It was like we had both been pinned on the same point on the same map and decided simultaneously to head in the same direction.

I love this road that we're on, by the way.


Happy Anniversary, honey!