March 18, 2016

fighting grey with yellow

because sometimes you have to stand up

and reach for the light

even as the day dawns darkly

and sometimes what’s right

must grow through black soil

gathering strength and dreaming

of valor




July 22, 2015

summer, squared


time, divided


life and love

work and leisure

bloom and wither

song and silence


hope, multiplied




July 20, 2015


and big-hearted

July 15, 2015

all in a day’s work

open and bloom

breathe and expand

exalt and embrace





June 18, 2014

some days…


it takes so little to make my heart sing





September 9, 2013

with gratitude

Thanks so much to everyone who came out to see us at the Clothesline Arts Festival. The weather wasn’t the best, but not as bad as last year when a hurricane blasted through, so overall it was a great weekend. It’s always nice to meet new people and see old friends.

I’ll be doing my best to get new jewelry loaded onto the etsy shop this month, we have lots of new pieces to show you.

The anemones in my garden began to bloom while I had my nose to the grindstone. They are such fun fall flowers, looking like they really meant to show up in time for summer.

The rest of my garden, well, it looks like summer threw a big party and then forgot to clean up. That will be my other project for the month.

My garden is always a beautiful mess, and yet it always brings me joy.

And you have to be grateful for that.


Wishing you a week filled with music.

August 9, 2013

purple haze


some days, you have to dance with yourself





August Break 2013

June 10, 2013



With the exception of lunch with my family, I spent the entire day outside yesterday, reading and relaxing. It was a much-needed, beautiful thing. The weather was perfect, sunny and just the right temperature.

I read a book from start to finish (Flora by Gail Godwin), took lots of photos, and spent lots of time petting naughty kitten.

I didn’t need to turn any music on, there were birds serenading me all day long, and in between, the silence was soothing.

I should have been working in the garden. In truth, I should have been working on the million things that need doing in my life, but some days, you just have step back and rejuvenate. Without guilt.

Eventually I packed up my book and my notebook and my camera and my phone and brought everything back inside. And then I walked back out to sit and listen to the birds sing the sun to bed for the night.

A few minutes later, a dragonfly landed on my knee with a little tickle. He stayed there for at least a minute, having a rest or saying hello, or perhaps sending a message. A reminder to stop and slow down a little. It feels like it’s not always possible, but it is always necessary. And so worth it.

Quite literally, yesterday I stopped to smell the flowers. Roses and peonies, the peppery smell of lupine, and the sweet scent of these blooms on the ninebark bushes that the honeybees are mad for.

The perfume of life.

Breathe it in. Take it with you.

Reach for the light.


Wishing you a week filled with hope.




June 3, 2013

cupid’s garden

My garden is filled with flowers named in words of love.

Bleeding Heart

Love in a Mist

Kiss Me Over the Garden Gate

Love in a Puff

Red, Red Rose

The language of flowers is a lovely one
(and it was also a lovely book by Vanessa Diffenbaugh).

There is so much meaning and history behind these blooms.
We don’t really keep up with that sort of thing these days, but
in olden times, if someone gave you a bouquet of bleeding hearts,
it meant they were professing their undying love for you.

There is no other flower that quite so obviously
sends a valentine out to the world.

I have a feeling Mother Nature has a soft spot
in her own heart for these.

I know I do.


Wishing you a heart-filled week.