October

Autumn is here, can you believe it? I'm loving our backyard suppers and bonfires.

 Setting the table for a backyard supper date / dinner is served / Mabel is a film star / studio time / birthday party leftovers.

All things bright

Just a few photos from the weekend...

Lily of the valley blooms in our backyard / inchworm needs someplace to land / Friday night date by the fire / a summer evening on the porch / an A+ dinner party / Sunday brunch and book club / Mabel would like a tortilla chip, please.

Life, lately

Spring in our backyard / recent ranunculus acquisitions / the view from work / sweet mason jar roses from B / surprise flowers on my doorstep from M / "What?"

Currently reading

On marriage.

On sleep.

On selfies.

On regret. 

And! Spring: aren't you glad it's right around the corner? There's a small hellebore in the corner of our front yard, and these lovelies are just now blooming. I can't get enough. 

Last call

Last night, we awoke at 3:00 a.m. to a gentleman in a baseball cap knocking on the front door and a waiting cab in our driveway. He was hollering, "Jessica? Is Jessica here?!"... but of course, he had the wrong house.

Jessica, wherever you are: you're better off.

February

These days, we're all reaching for just a little more sun.

This made me smile.

The fraught history of the American beard.

We'll miss you, Philip Seymour Hoffman. I was reminded yesterday of the saying, "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle".

Grey skies

Backyard skies / kitchen view / morning light

Mornings

Mabel keeping it cozy / roses in my (warm) kitchen / ice on the windows

Recently, at home

November

I'm so busy at work, and with the new house, I can barely sleep at night. And it's not the busy trap. I am legit busy.  November is a hectic month, but at the end? That very last weekend? My favorite holiday. I can't wait to get cozy and celebrate with family and friends.

Mabel and autumn leaves outside of Caldwell Hall / new living room in the afternoon light. 

I'll admit it: when I read Laurie Anderson's farewell to her husband, I cried into my coffee.  It's beyond words. 

Surplus

Around the house