Tuesday, May 19, 2015
I have a little indulgence that brings me great pleasure. The simple joy it is to carefully choose and bring home fresh flowers for the kitchen table. A little ritual of mine when I make my Costco run. Nourishing to me as much as the food in my shopping cart.
When I saw that peonies were available yesterday, I about clapped my hands. My all-time favorite flower, and a rare sighting at the florist stand.
Romance, old-fashioned charm, simple days of yesteryear-- these are the things peonies evoke in me.
If you came to my house right now, you would smell their delicious, intoxicating perfume when you'd walk through the front door. Maybe you would swoon like I do.
Mama grew bunches of the deep pink variety which she used to decorate my grandparent's graves on Memorial Day. The home of my childhood graced with her own beautiful dining table arrangements.
Over the years, I've delighted in the pale pink "bombs" that the previous home owners planted along the north side of our yard. Many memories of heading out, basket and shears in hand, on dewy, early summer mornings. Creating bouquets to beautify my own home, the chapel on Sundays, or share with a friend at the birth of a sweet baby daughter.
It's simple joys like these, I've found, that make a beautiful life.
Friday, May 15, 2015
missing:: my morning walk/run today, but I do enjoy the pleasure of a drizzly, rainy day so very much: waking up to its comforting, cozy sound, breathing in that rich, earthy smell, the grass finally greening up. We've really needed this moisture after such a dry winter.
wondering:: speaking of rain, we had planned on getting the garden tilled and planted tomorrow (going on a few weeks now, actually), but with more rain expected, the tiller broken, and next Saturday away most of the day, I'm getting a little nervous when and if everything will be in the ground in time.
eating:: a large glass of warm lemon water first thing when I walked into the kitchen this morning, and later, a satisfying breakfast of oatmeal waffles and fruit. So simple and easy to whip up in the blender: 2 1/2 cups water, 3 cups oatmeal, a banana, and a dash of salt. That's it. I let mine cook on a well greased waffle iron for about 8 minutes until thoroughly cooked and crispy.
hearing:: playing on my Spotify just now: Unchained Melody (Righteous Brothers), Jane Eyre soundtrack.
Jane came home for a couple of hours yesterday and it was fun and exciting to listen to and collaborate on her wedding reception soundtrack. This is getting exciting!
smiling and laughing:: I can't tell you how good it was to hear Sam's voice last Sunday night. (Mother's Day and Christmas the only chances we get to talk on the phone.) All of us eagerly gathered, listening, and taking turns on the (speaker) phone. He sounded so happy and is loving his life as a missionary in Arizona. Amazed and delighted with the little bit of Spanish we begged him to share with us. You know, it really felt like the "good old days" when everyone would come home on Sunday nights; all of us sprawled out on couches or the floor-- Sam always the one getting us laughing. (I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard like I did on Sunday. A little too hard, if you know what I mean...) Heart-ache and complete joy all at the same time.
creating:: worked on getting all the pots and planters and porches done on Monday. Eliza came home that afternoon, and noticing my work commented, "This makes me happy and this feels like home." I couldn't agree more.
cheering:: drove down to the University on Tuesday to listen and cheer on Gary. He was asked to offer the closing prayer at the school-wide weekly devotional. So very proud of him, for the person he is and has become, for gift of hearing one of the most sincere, from-the-heart prayers I've ever heard in my life.
reading:: Villette (Charlotte Bronte), A Return to Love (Marianne Williamson), Clickologie (Summerhill), Capture the Moment (Wilkerson).
watching:: went to see Age of Adeline last weekend. Lots to enjoy about this film.
organizing:: lots of time spent on wedding planning this week. Finalizing guest lists, ordering the invitations, (absolutely perfect and so lovely. I can't wait to share them with you when we get closer.), scouring the web for dresses for me and Eliza. Lots to do in the coming days; overwhelming as this is all new to me, but nice to see things coming together.
thanking:: so many tender, meaningful, and powerful miracles and manifestations taking place in my life in the last two weeks. The Divine connection, peace, and hope I've received with a prayer answered so completely.
Monday, May 4, 2015
We are delighted to announce the forthcoming marriage
of our daughter
Jane to Preston.
The wedding will be in Salt Lake City, Utah
on July 23, 2015
with a reception that evening
in Cedar Hills, Utah.
She's found the man of her dreams.
The man of our dreams.
And we all couldn't be happier.
Saturday, May 2, 2015
She and I walked together tonight holding hands, and with a smile on her face she looked at me and said how happy she felt today:
Sleeping in 'til ten.
Crepes topped with fruit and ice cream for breakfast.
Her best friend leaving surprises and love on the doorstep.
A special time just the two of us this afternoon.
Wanting me to try the new fry joint she's been raving about, browsing around the hip Beehive Bazaar (both of us inspired artistically),
and loving the color, textures, and smell of the greenhouse.
She picked out some beautiful succulents
for her bedroom windowsill.
She said they are going to be her new pets and wants to give a name to each one.
A few hours in the early evening where she lent an absolutely indispensable hand as my assistant for Jane and Preston's engagement photo shoot.
Gathering with the family for Thai.
Her favorite lemon birthday cake,
making a silent wish and blowing out those white candles.
Happy Birthday, Pup.
How we love you.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Jane and Preston came to church with us this afternoon.
The power kept going out and finally went out for good.
The meeting finished with all of us
in the congregation singing "Love One Another"
to the piano instead of the usual organ.
All of us sitting there in the dim and darkness.
It was an experience that hasn't left me.
Simple, beautiful, and intimate.
And powerful in a way I can't really describe.
We came home and I fixed a spaghetti dinner.
Made the pie this morning.
So good still a little frozen.
Since we ate our dinner earlier than we usually do,
I indulged in a good, long nap this afternoon.
I dream so vividly and sometimes
the dreams can get pretty bizarre.
In this one, there was a loud noise
that rattled one of my teeth loose.
It was a golden tooth that I set aside and later couldn't find.
Someone at church had moved it and it was lost.
Wonder if that means anything.