reluctant Easter photo shoot - a retrospective

Easter morning was sunny and full of promise. Ella and Sadie were twirling in their Sunday dresses. We were just about to leave for church, and we wanted to take a sweet picture of them. Just one would do.

But that was not on their agenda...



At all.



Mystery sullenness had taken over.



The car was running. Out of gas, at this point.



Y'all. Come on.



Seriously?



(Now that the ordeal is over) I love that it took so long. And I love these pictures. My people be crazy.

a Colorado moment

There will be so (so) many more pictures from our month spent at Crooked Creek Ranch this summer, but I wanted to share these pictures now because I love them so.

I love everything about this little moment in time...

The weather.



Which inspired them to pick these outfits. And these stances.



But my heart surges every time I look at these because of my daughters. My Ella. My Sadie. My girls.

personal photographer

Suzanne is a dear friend of mine. And she's my neighbor. Therefore, we live lots of life together. She is one of the most thoughtful and intentional people I know. And {BONUS!} she often has a camera around her neck. And here's a way awesome thing about Suz {amongst her many attributes} - she actually downloads the pictures and e-mails them to you...usually within hours of taking them!

Because of Suzanne, I have moments captured that I never want to forget. And there are lots of moments.

Just in the past 6 months she has photographed my children...

at a friend's adoption homecoming...


sledding...


ingesting S'mores...


bursting with pure joy on a trampoline with Drew...


posing with future-husband Will...


sharing Easter candy with Emmy...


having a fondue party (that Suz hosted)...



jumping on their red couch after the fondue party...



planting snap-peas...


being generally delicious...


and posing with beautiful, fragrant Magnolia blossoms...


here's to many more memories shared.

my place

There is no end to work -
Work done in pleasure, grief,
Or weariness, with ease
Of skill and timeliness,
Or awkwardly or wrong,
Too hurried or too slow.
One job completed shows
Another to be done.
And so you make the farm
That must be daily made
And yearly made, or it
Will not exist. If you
Should go and not return
And none should follow you,
This clarity would be
As it never was.
But praise, in knowing this,
The Genius of the place,
Whose way forgives your own,
And will resume again
In time, if left alone.
You work always in this
Dear opening between
What was and is to be.
{Wendell Berry from The Farm}

This is a excerpt from Wendell Berry's 38 page poem/love letter/instructional manual on farming. Andrew Peterson gave it to my husband and me for Christmas two years ago, and just this morning I sat down with a cup of coffee by an open window and read it. I lingered on the words {which I am often want to do}. As always, Berry's descriptions of {his home state of Kentucky's} landscape and farming transport me to my grandparents' farm in North Carolina.

{a piece of my grandparents' farm}

This particular passage leapt out at me. Recently I have had some in-depth discussions with wonderfully brilliant writers about pursuing the glimpses of beauty {as in the Garden of Eden and the new Heaven and new Earth} that we see in our everyday lives. One poem we read referred to those moments as "glimpses", another as "wormholes."

Are we to receive those glimpses with gratitude and move on? Or do we follow those glimpses, knowing that while nothing is truly perfect here, it is not in vain to hope for {and work towards} a more beautiful stay while we're here?

This passage is a beautiful picture of our both small AND significant roles on this earth {and our relationship with this earth}. We have important work to do. But it is within God's greater work. We are just in "this dear opening between what was and is to be."

I need to join GOODREADS

seriously. If you've come within shouting distance of me {or my internet self - wait, that sounds really creepy and schizophrenic} you know that I love books. LOVE them. a lot.

My sidebar lists what I've read in the past few years {although it's far from comprehensive because we all know I do a lackluster job of updating things around here}. And I really should start a list of our favorite children's books. I've done a review or two here before, and on more than one occasion expressed my love for
Caldecott books.

Books reveal a lot about a person, don't you think? What interests them. What fascinates them. What inspires them. What they want to know more about. What phase of life they are in {i.e. mother to preschoolers}. Or what simply entertains them.

My magic bedside table is host to an astounding amount of books. Books on loan from the library, on loan from friends, on loan from my mother, or from our own collection. Some I've already read {and haven't put away}. Some I'm reading. Some I've yet to read. But they are all teetering next to me.

So because I haven't started my own Goodreads account, I'll list them here. Mainly for posterity. But perhaps this may pique your interest and put something else on your to-read list. Or perhaps this is simply fodder for book-hoarding mockery...

* The Pastures of Heaven - John Steinbeck


* The Farm - Wendell Berry


* Lord of the Flies - William Golding


* The Age of Miracles - Ellen Gilchrist


* Ahab's Wife - Sena Jeter Naslund


* Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence - Sarah Young


* Brother West: Living and Loving Out Loud, A Memoir - Cornel West


* Simplicity Parenting: Using the Extraordinary Power of Less to Raise Calmer, Happier, and More Secure Kids- Kim John Payne


* Books Children Love: A Guide to the Best Children's Literature - Elizabeth Wilson


* The Educated Child: A Parents Guide From Preschool Through Eighth Grade - William J. Bennett


* The Ordinary Parent's Guide to Teaching Reading - Jessie Wise


* Honey For a Child's Heart - Gladys Hunt


* Your Three-Year-Old: Friend or Enemy - Louise Bates Ames


* A Child's Garden of Verses: A Classic Illustrated Edition - Robert Louis Stevenson


What's on your nightstand? Anything I should add to mine?

typical

this series hardly needs explanation.

old-fashioned friends

Easter morning was bright and sunny (oh, the good old days. I never would have guessed I would be skittish at the first drop of a rainstorm).

After church we all gathered at Sevier Park for a church-wide Easter Egg Hunt. I snapped a shot of Ella and her friends perusing their goods, and fell in love with the picture. Their postures, their semi-serious looks, the grassy hill, the big old house in the back - it makes me think of a Depression-era photo...



and here's what it would look like if you were rummaging through your grandmother's old box of photos and came across it...



{lovely models Ella A, Ella O, and Liv}

Singing Sadie

** update ** due popular request, I transcribed the lyrics, and put them under the video. enjoy the random. no really. Random.

I had my camera going a couple weeks ago and ended up honing in on Sadie. This makes me laugh because it is so her. The passionate singing (with a touch of toddler vibrato). And although she knows the book* by heart, she comes up with her own version (this she gets from her mother).




** hush little baby, comes to where
mama was gonna show you a hummingbird

and that evil sky is drying

and mommy show
and mommy is all turn

and mommy go in the rocking chair with you
and every day and now


I kept the ending because it's classic Sadie. She'll perform by herself for a bit, and then she gets really embarrassed and wants the attention off her immediately. {She still talks about her birthday party and getting shy when everybody looked at her and sang Happy Birthday. in December.}


* This version of Hush Little Baby is one of my very favorite books to sing with the girls.

two thousand words

a new beginning...

It's time this poor, woebegone blog got some attention, methinks.

{My piddly explanation...

About six months ago I got a phone that takes fairly passable pictures (as far as a phone goes, of course). At about the same time, our point-and-click camera bit the dust. Therefore, the last half-year has been documented by my phone. And they have gone directly to my TwitPics. And not here.

And I started twittering more. But those are just tiny blurbs. And, sadly, it has taken the place of blogging.}

With the new year (and new decade) I thought it only appropriate to resolve to post more frequently. For posterity. And for my mother.

A couple of weeks ago, our friends Josh and Flo Oakes came over and took some pictures of our family. This is a talented duo, I'm telling you. Due to the (shall we say) emotions that were (shall we say) dramatic, Andy and I were afraid there wouldn't be a whole lot for our friends to work with.

We were happily proved wrong.

pretty girls on a grassy hill

they were like this when I walked outside. so I promptly fetched the camera.

{I love how different their mouths look when they say 'cheese'}








{my favorite}