Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

When my backyard turns into a magical jungle.

Walks around Kennesaw Mountain with three of my favorite old roommates (two human, one pup - one human not pictured).

A jar full of front yard flowers in the sunroom.

 A potting shed just asking for someone to get to work and start digging.
   
This SNOWBALL TREE.

Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

 A Saturday afternoon with dear people and sunny skies at Sierra Nevada Brewery.

A walk along a fisherman-dappled Davidson River.

 Car rides that look like this.

Long-time friends who lend me their home for a night, and the view from their living room windows. 

Lenten Roses welcoming me to my parents' house.

 Later sunsets, greener trees, and an evening stroll with a sister.

Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

For Azaleas in the front yard reminding me that "earth tones" is a relative term.

For those particularly pleasant times when weather, snacks, drinks, and company are all top-notch and simultaneous. 
(As they were this sunny afternoon at Wicked Weed)

For a wedding in the mountains with a date who can really cut a rug (and doesn't get mad at me when my swing moves get outta control and I end up accidentally elbowing him in the face).


For an Easter weekend filled with sisters, grandparents, cousins, feasting, gardening, tennis, cul-de-sac games, ice cream, bonanza, and remembering the day when life proved to be more real than death, and our stories were made infinite through such a remarkable grace . 


Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

For rosemary spilling over onto the garden path.

For towels that look like the 70s.

For Sunday afternoon bike rides through the neighborhood, and helmet I bought at REI last week for $13.

For texts from a beaming dad showing off his latest and proudest catch.


Let's Be Thankful.

{An ongoing series in which I remind myself of many good things, and that gratitude is indeed a choice worth making.} 

So, friends, let's be thankful:

 Cherry blossoms that aren't certainly on our side of the property line, but aren't certainly on the neighbors' side either.

Warmer days, and afternoon light in the living room.

A weekend in the mountains at Sharptop Cove with these dear friends (and being the token blonde).

Fireplaces that remind you you're in the mountains with dear friends.

FORSYTHIA & CHERRY BLOSSOMS & MAGNOLIA LEAVES, because these things swell and calm and ignite and please my soul.

 Time in the studio, and reminders of just how fortunate I am to do this as a job.

A night with family (human and canine) on the patio, no jackets needed, dinner on the grill.


Let's be Thankful.

I'm a sporadic poster (see: my entire blogging history). But after going down the charming rabbit hole all night and morning that is Today's Letters (talk about #goals, amiright?), I'm enthusiastically hopping back on the blog-train, like a freshly-inspired idiot who makes sweeping statements with no actual plans. But a girl can dream.

Without further ado, things I'm thankful for lately: 

This sunset from Mt. Sassafras that has stuck in my mind since the January evening it occurred.

Patty Griffin + Sara Watkins + Anais Mitchell = the kind of magnificence that takes a while to process.

The beach condo that was once a particularly dusty shade of mauve (SMH), painted! Suddenly this place is quite inviting. 
  
The sounds and colors of a cold ocean in February.

And this. Because cookie cakes and birthdays are cause for great celebration.