Category Archives: Our Life

Thoughts on a birthday.

Sometimes, when I’m prone to moments of introspection, I can almost feel time taking its constant, unabated flightView full post »

Nora.

I like everything about this photo. The Cape Cod light, workable even at midday. The sky. That color, found only at theView full post »

This.

I like everything about this photo. The ocean light of evening. The undulating pink waves of sand. The location. TheView full post »

Enough.

It’s something to have dreams, lofty goals to carry to fruition. Plans to make and places to see, the sought afterView full post »

Just Because.

This place is on my mind. Right. Well, even more than usual. Can’t wait for long summer days on the Cape. Soon.View full post »

Recap.

It was a weekend filled with flowers, sunlight and welcome harbingers of summer. A weekend of sprinklers and speckledView full post »

Abandon.

You know how I put up a post on Friday entitled, ‘Happy Weekend’? It was. And these 3 photos are a smallView full post »

Happy Weekend.

I haven’t featured an Etsy treasury in awhile, and figured it was time. So when I saw this one, I wanted to shareView full post »

Little Bits of Life.

It’s simple, but just the way we like it. It’s imaginative toys and made up realities. It’s seeingView full post »

So…

Since I started the Etsy shop, I’ve thought it would be kinda’ spiffy to have Elizabeth St. featured on someView full post »

Little Things to be Largely Happy about.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid orView full post »

Absorb.

Do you ever need a reminder? To slow down, take it in. Chase that piece of blue sky. Walk barefoot on a rocky shore.View full post »

Joel.

He makes me laugh, and roll my eyes. He gets called a goober at least once a day. He’s growing up, and I findView full post »

Dream Boy.

~ “SO MANY WORLDS, SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE DONE, SUCH THINGS TO BE.” -Alfred Lord Tennyson I love our boyView full post »

If.

The soil feels slightly cold in my hands, its tactile grit abrasive and welcome. I smile. I had forgotten how much itView full post »