I Want To Name You Dot, But Apparently Something Like Princess Dutchie Pie Is In The Running

I don't know what to say, other than WHAT IS CUTER THAN A DUCKLING IN A BOWL?

Maybe a fluffy yellow chick or one of those kittens with the giant eyes, but this is pretty darn cute. 

Welcome, new friend!

Happy Friday!

I do have some hoarding tendencies, which is why the internet is just perfect. 

I can shop for whatever I want

and buy it in my mind

which is wonderful! I really save a lot on shipping

and make fewer piles, which really deserves a blog post all its own

moments of beauty

mine, all mine!

site found via np who made baby g's curtains with this

We Took a Trip to a City

we went to visit philadelphia's magic gardens

 where there was inspired lighting,

and an owl, my favorite!

lovely among the chaos

(can you find the lovely?)

 the kid was in heaven

where is the lovely in your life? 

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we found this in the parking lot and couldn't stop looking. little one called for help, as in "hey, we need someone to bury this bird!" i told her that if anyone was going to do it, we would have to. 

but we didn't, we left him where he was. what is there really to say about it?

life is beautiful and then you die? seize the day because you might run into a windshield?

my headspins with wordsof wonderandfull,

and thank you.  

I am grateful for all this snow. Winter is tough enough with all its cold and dreariness, but a big load of snow has always had the capacity to just plain-old make me feel better. The fallow fields that surround our home have surrendered their muddy brown coats in favor of a bright drapery of light. Our persistent gray sky has met its match, for now at least. The silhouettes of trees that perennially catch my eye are made that much more lovely, and clear.

On a morning when the sun breaks through, at first all I can see is the expanse of snow. There is largeness and weight to contend with, but that is not what I came here for.


The last few days I have begun to notice the birds more. The small ones for the most part, like our pair of cardinals, but there is also the arc of a red-tailed hawk as he makes his rounds. I never see him but understand that he is saying, pay attention.

This is what there is.