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Category Archives: Simple Sunday
clearly rests in his capable paws.
I grew up on an island in Washington state, my hometown surrounded first by farmland and next by the sea. I have moved, two times now, to Phoenix, Arizona a city surrounded first by sunshine and next by the desert. … Continue reading
Husband surprised the boys and I with donuts Friday morning. What a sweetheart!
Grilled cheese sandwiches are my jam. They are my comfort food. I have very strong opinions about all things involving the great grilled cheese. Here is a sneak peek from the last time I made them, before putting their tops … Continue reading
Take a fan, preferably a box fan, a couple pieces of tape, and a sheet. Voilà, you have yourself a Fan Fort. Cody and Carter spent hours yesterday creating a variety of Fan Forts. Some incorporated the couch and pillows … Continue reading
A little reminder to myself, that perspective, my perspective, is powerful and in my ability to control. I can choose to focus on the foreground, and let go of the background clutter as needed. In life I can use the … Continue reading
According to several gardening sites, the “Wonderful” variety of pomegranate is the most common and most prolific bearer of fruit in Arizona and California. Carter came home with this, picked from our neighbor’s yard (with permission, of course). I thought … Continue reading
I planted this succulent in a Saguaro boot over a year ago and have watered it sparingly. I have no idea if the recent sprouting of the tendril is a good thing or not, but it is quite pretty. The … Continue reading
Under a bush, an imprint in the rocks lined with little bits and bobbles discarded by nature, new life emerges. Feather fluff of quail and empty shells remains.
Beneath us a persistence, a resilience, an unwavering need to grow, move forward, live. And from that pulse, sprout over root, leaf over sprout, climbing up and out, there is strength and beauty.