appreciation

"....how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here...." 

Joan Didion-Blue Nights

pie decisions

One visit to the backyard decides the fate of pie,

not a depressing prospect.

becoming home

The walls are all painted, most everything has a home. The small things are coming together (and yes, messes are included in this).

summer 2013

I've never grown a vegetable garden before. Every time I water or weed I'm surprised at how much it's changed in a day, or sometimes just a few hours. The first tomato of many is almost ripe. I'm pretty sure this is what summer is suppose to be about.

backyard times

We've been homebodies lately, but who can really blame us?

These two only like to work together when it involves waking someone up.

They make a great team. 

I know, I take a lot of pictures when I go to the coast. It's such a novelty to me. After being landlocked for my entire life, the ocean being so near still gets to me. Each time I visit, I want to stay more and longer. We drive through small coast towns and I pick out houses out on the hills that I could totally work with. I ask Jake at least once each trip,"Don't you think we could live here?" 

Of course, I'm not romaticizing what my life would be like on the coast.