1) strawberries (well, truth be told, I didn’t grow them but I did pick them!) 2) the strawberry jam collection 3) endless summer hydrangeas 4) the garden (2 weeks old) 5) succulents (by the mailbox) 6) an improved Meyer’s lemon tree (I ordered it from this website and love it! I hope I can keep [...]
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I can’t remember the exact circumstances in which she said it but I’ve spent a lifetime trying to grow into it. Thank you, Momma, for your tireless example of what it means to give yourself away to others. And to all my strong and brave momma friends—-the sun (Son) always shines where you are too. [...]
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I’m downright shaken to the core by Wendell Berry’s writing. When is the last time you read someone who simultaneously made you want to be a better mother and wife, grow a garden, raise some livestock and read more poetry and Homer? He is a prophet of sorts, providing insightful and critical commentary on our [...]
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I went to Johnson City today to spend the day with my two oldest joys on Friday. Taylor had a medical school tour at my very own alma mater and then a spring concert (he’s in choir at ETSU.) It doesn’t hardly seem right that he could be old enough to be applying to med [...]
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What do you do when you’re no longer a spring chicken and you know it? You drive like mad to the nearest seller of spring chickens and you buy 6 of them in the name ‘home education’. Your children crown you mother of the year. Again. And then you start a Pinterest board called chicken [...]
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I just bought this poster here on Etsy! If you’ve never traveled with a foodie then I cordially invite you to my next vacation. It’s the only way to go. The whole trip is planned around the food and restaurants. It’s just that simple. Stevie and I have been traveling this way since we [...]
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and I like cowboy boots, C.S. Lewis, good food, strong coffee, banjo music and books. I am a deeply flawed momma of 4 and grateful receiver of more good gifts than one heart can hold. I fight for joy and find it in the most unexpected places. I make quirky look normal, relish in my small town Southern way of living, and am learning that it's all grace--every last bit of it. Read More Here...
