And what is perfect? But a man-made concept, when it's the skies that dictate me.
Yesterday we had one of those perfect snowfalls. It fell like feathers and stacked tightly upon itself. The bare branches held their white glow overnight and into today. Although the clouds have passed into memory, the wind has now come along to knock off resting dust, giving us miniature snowfalls against the blue January sky. […]
What a perfectly wonderful weekend of doing nothing. Sometimes I find settling into doing nothing, just as pleasant as an adventure packed day. Ryan and I spent the weekend in the woods by the sea, with fur kids in tow. My goal was to keep things simple this weekend, so for food I went shopping […]
