“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”
from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
this book: The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden
jameson in a small glass
spring flowers on the counter
snow storms in the afternoon
this song: Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me (R&B version sung by Gladys Knight & the Pips)
mallards at the marsh
coffee with friends
rainy walks in thick fog
small hawks hunting mourning doves
candles in frosted jars
orange and clover tea with sourdough toast
this book: Virginia Woolf by Alexandra Harris
and this book: Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
bangles made of amber glass
daydreams of dogwood blossoms
“Increasingly, he bunked off school to paint out of doors. Claude hated school. He resented being trapped inside a building and told what to do, even for a few hours a day.”
from the book, The Private Lives of Impressionists, by Sue Roe
“I bury my face in the pillow that smells of must and damp. Its cotton slip is as cold as marble. It is only here, alone and in the dark, that I can allow those thoughts some rein. Thoughts that come from nowhere, from dreams, taking me delirious hostage. I long for sleep again, because only in sleep can I slip the bonds of what is possible and right. But as I have found so often in life, what you truly long for eludes you.”
from the book, The Tenderness of Wolves, by Stef Penney
“Arthur had urged her to plunge her feet in a deep, swiftly running mountain stream to feel the rhythm of the water. Something about the proper young scholar suggested that he was not the free spirit he seemed to be. Georgia had kept her stockings on.”
from the book, O’Keeffe & Stieglitz, An American Romance, by Benita Eisler
strawberries
garden tomatoes
early morning mist on the river
vintage books from the flea market
mayflies
swiss chard with red wine vinegar
midnight talks on the balcony
glenn campbell, eric clapton and blackfoot
hard lemonade
the pup in the car with an open window
this book: A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of a Misspent Life, by Mary Randolph Carter
dave brubeck, a cigarette and the blowing wind
strawberry and mango popsicles
blue herons in the early morning and small hawks in the afternoon
this book: A Three Dog Life, by Abigail Thomas
cedar waxwings in the berry bushes
this song: Take Me in your Arms by the Doobie Brothers
the juice of swiss chard, cucumber, mint and apples
fairy lights in mason jars at night
bowls and plates
bills and thank you notes
hopeful seed packets
qualities and faults
new books and old books
playing cards and tiny blocks
vintage ribbon spools
days in a lifetime
bricks on an old house
wool sweaters and worn jeans
dreams and disappointments
dried flowers on table tops
crystals gleaming in the winter sun
mourning dove silhouettes against grey skies
cherry, apple and almond challah bread
leaves on rainy walkways
lemon verbena candles and a book about John Muir
spanishwoods 