Love Light

I absolutely love the light coming into Penny de Los Santos' house. I could cook in this kitchen and feel very happy.
I could wake up in this bed with the light shining on my face and feel blissful in the morning.
I love the way light makes me feel so hopeful and joyful. It's such a beautiful thing.

Peaches and Wildflowers

So with the absence of a camera and computer, I haven't really had much to post lately or a way to do it. But here is a snapshot of my latest ventures in Hepburn on my vacation. I love the simplistic beauty of wildflowers, so one warm day, I took to the fields and helped myself to these lovely beauties. And the gem of the bunch? The one wild rose I found!

And lately, I've been yearning to learn the art of the preserve. So today, my mother took on the task of teaching me by canning peaches! So fun and so delicious!


I am now ready to see what other goodies I can can up for the winter!

Melancholy Monday

I'm titling this post "Melancholy Monday" because something truly sad happened over the weekend. On Friday night, our home was broken into and my computer and both my cameras were stolen. I'm feeling a little bit sad about the cameras (even though I long for a new one!) just because now I have nothing. Before I wasn't happy with my cameras, but I had something. Now I can't even pretend to take pictures. It's quite sad. So to cheer myself up, I came across this photographer and artist named Cade Martin. His work is so fabulous, I can almost forget about my stolen pocessions! I hope you enjoy and check out his website because he has more fabulous work on there! What does your monday bring for you?

Blue and White Dream

Ok I know I just posted, but who says you can't post again even though no one has read the last post?? I just came across my (of many) dream kitchen! Minus the ferns on the island, I am in love. The blue and white? So wonderful. I'm loving the rustic, classy vintage feel of this beautiful room. And the fridges? So inventive! It can all be found here.

New and Old

Oh how I love my latest finds of the summer! So much that I have to share them with you here:


Flowers: New!
Watering Can: New- from Twisted Goods for my Birthday
Plate: Old- from my Grandma!
Coffee Grinder: Old- from my Grandpa. I had been looking for a new one for SO long that was also inexpensive and was thrilled to receive this from my Grandpapa as he was cleaning out his office!
Camera: Old- another great basement find from Grandpa!
Water Bottle: New- from The Better Good just because I loved it so much and couldn't resist

Red Poppies

Lately as I've seen the poppies bloom around town, I've begun to really appreciate their beauty. There is something so timeless about the simple red poppy. I think this one is going on my favourite flowers list. And Begonias. I think by the end of my lifetime, my favourite flowers list will be very long...
I stole this picture from The Audrey Hepburn Complex- beautiful imagery site if you ever get a chance to take a peek!
Oh and to appeal to another sense, this artist has been pleasurable to my ears lately. Have a listen! It takes a bit to get into the song, but it's worth it!



And if this wasn't enough, here's another one!

The Secret Garden

...It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the keyhole. She put the key in and turned it. It took two hands to do it, but it did turn.

And then she took a long breath and looked behind her up the long walk to see if anyone was coming. No one was coming. No one ever did come, it seemed, and she took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door which opened slowly-slowly.

Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, and delight.

She was standing inside the secret garden...

..."How still it is!" she whispered. "How still!" Then she waited a moment and listened at the stillness. The robin, who had flown to his treetop, was still as all the rest. He did not even flutter his wings; he sat without stirring, and looked at Mary...

...She moved away from the door, stepping as softly as if she were afraid of awakening some one. She was glad that there was grass under her feet and that her steps made no sounds. She walked under one of the fairy-like gray arches between the trees and looked up at the sprays and tendrils which formed them...

...She did not seem to know anything about gardening, but the grass seemed so thick in some places where the green points were pushing their way through that she thought they did not seem to have room enough to grow. She searched about until she found a rather sharp piece of wood and knelt down and dug and weeded out the weeds and grass until she made nice little clear places around them...


...She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensly that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees. The exercise made her so warm that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat, and without knowing it she was smiling down on to the grass and the pale green points all the time.

Excerpts taken from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Post inspired by Rebecca's longing to play Secret Garden in the backyard!


Easter Tree

In the last post, I did make it seem like I was taking pictures to go with the story, but in fact, I was not! We were actually going to the "forest" to cut down branches of pussy willows for an Easter tree. This seems to be a tradition of ours every year and we have some pretty darn cute decorations to adorn the branches with! Here are some pictures- they just liven up the bareness don't they?

Poor Wilfred seems to missing an ear...
If only Melinda could find her voice box, she could have a pretty song to sing!

I love the traditions we have at Easter, and this year it was no different! Easter tree, Paska, decorating eggs, and the traditional easter egg hunt in which the hiding places are the same every year, but somehow I get all the hard ones because my one sister rushes through as fast as she can to nab all the easy ones...that will never change I don't think. And of course, the most important part of it- Jesus' resurrection! This year, I seemed to empathize a whole lot more, and I think it's because I have understood a bit more of God's heart this year. I was reading a chapter in the book Sex God by Rob Bell in which he talks about when you give an invitation to someone to open their heart to yours, there is the possibility of rejection. And that type of rejection is one of the deepest aches a human soul can have. Anyone who has experienced a heart broken by a loved one will know this. But what I have never connected this with before is the fact that God has extended an invitation to all of us to open our hearts to his (that I knew), but when we reject that invitation, God's heart feels that same ache (that I didn't know!). And this understanding made me understand his love for us on the cross! Here's an excerpt from the book:
"Love is handing your heart to someone and taking the risk that they will hand it back because they don't want it. That's why it's such a crushing ache on the inside. We gave away a part of ourselves and it wasn't wanted. Love is a giving away of power. When we love, we give the other person the power in the relationship... Love is a giving away...Love is giving up control."
Really, I suggest reading the whole chapter because I sure can't summarize all that is said in a short post! The whole book is really enlightening as well- I've read it before, but reading it again has got me thinking all over again!

Trees, Awake!

Lucy's eyes began to grow accustomed to the light, and she saw the trees that were nearest her more distinctly...
... A great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in Narnia came over her. She knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them, and what sort of human form it would put on...

...She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face, and fond of dancing...
...She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands, and hair growing out of the warts...
...She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah!- she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the lady of the wood...
...'Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,' said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). 'Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake! Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come to me.'...
Though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words. The nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it. Lucy felt that at any moment she would begin to understand what the trees were trying to say...
...But the moment did not come. The rustling died away. The nightingale resumed its song.

*Excerpt taken from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis