May She Always…

May she always…

believe in the magic
of Christmas
chasing butterflies
and shoestring French fries.

continue learning
about the world
and history
and herself.

know the joy of playing
as she grows
in love
and life.

recognize she is never too old
for pigtails
rainbow sprinkles
and splashing in mud puddles.

And when it comes to love…
from her family, her friends
when she holds it,
May she always…

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Linger…

my darling, linger…

just before you kiss me

lips centimeters from mine

on the edge of paradise

linger…

when your roaming hands

explore every mound and valley

awakening mother earth

before you bust open the dam

linger…

in the aftermath of discovery

raining poetry in sheets

like the fading light of a sunset

linger, my darling

linger…

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Waves, Part Three

Waves, Part One

Waves, Part Two

Justin wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. He barely knew Karmen, but the sight of seeing someone who wanted to cause her harm had him suddenly seeing red. Luckily, Harrison was with him to stop him from knocking the guy out because seconds later, the man let her go, and he watched Karmen’s shoulders relax.


“Uncle Pappy!” Karmen shrieked as she threw her arms around his neck.


“Hi, there, pumpernickel!” He chuckled.


“Uncle Pappy?” Justin muttered under his breath.


He wanted to run to her. It felt like he had been waiting lifetimes to meet her, but his immediate anger coursing through him scared him a little. It had been years since he had found himself wanting to fight, and he desperately needed to punch something. Karmen couldn’t see that side of him. Not yet.


Karmen turned to greet Justin. Her heart sunk when he was nowhere in sight.


“C’mon, kiddos,” Uncle Pappy motioned for Karmen and Cee to join him. “Aunt Mary is fixing her famous peach margaritas, and I’ve just pulled the pork off the smoker. Aunt Mary probably already has it pulled, and the BBQ sauce added.”


“Her Dr. Pepper sauce?” Cee asked hopefully.


“Of course.” Uncle Pappy replied.


“I thought you guys weren’t coming until next week?” Karmen inquired.


“Your Aunt Mary wanted to come to help you with the move.”


“I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” She sighed.


“I tried telling her you could handle it, but you know your Aunt Mary.” He smiled.


“Mmhmm, and you weren’t willing to come jump at the chance to build some shelves and paint a mural on one of the walls in my home office?”


“You’re like a daughter to us, sweetheart. We want to help you get settled.”


Karmen rolled her eyes but smiled before she looped her arms through his as they walked back to her aunt and uncle’s beach house.

There were a lot more people at the beach house than Karmen expected. She was only expecting to see Aunt Mary standing in the kitchen, but there were four other women Karmen didn’t recognize in the kitchen and three men sitting in the living room, also whom she didn’t know.


Aunt Mary screamed at the sight of Karmen and almost knocked her husband to the floor as she made her way to her niece.


Karmen chuckled as Aunt Mary squeezed her like she never expected to see her again. She returned her tight hug.


“And beautiful Cee!” She kissed her on the cheek.


“Hi, Aunt Mary.” Cee smiled.


“I didn’t know you had company. We can come back.” Karmen informed her.


“Don’t be silly. I saw you girls walking and sent Bob to go send you.”


“Who?” Cee asked.


“Well, I certainly don’t call him Uncle Pappy. I’m his wife!”


Karmen and Cee both giggled.


“I didn’t realize that was his name.”


“Karmen, this is Anna,” Aunt Mary introduced her to the woman at the kitchen island, chopping cabbage. “She lives in the house next door and keeps an eye on this place for us in the spring and fall.”


Karmen nodded in understanding. “It’s nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled.


“Likewise,” Anna responded. “Mary has been talking about you wanting to move to Connecticut for years.”


“Yes. I finally made the leap to New England.”


“You could have visited in the past five years, ya know?” Aunt Mary scolded her.


Karmen narrowed her eyes at her aunt, but then they softened. “You know I’ve been struggling, Aunt Mary.”


Cee placed a comforting hand on Karmen’s shoulder.


Aunt Mary was wise enough not to say anything, and Uncle pappy finished the introductions.

“Just drop it.”


Everyone in the room turned in the direction of the angry voice.


“Dude, I’m just sayin’, something’s up with you,” Harrison informed his friend before he noticed all the eyes on them.


Justin’s eyes were locked with Karmen’s, and the entire room could feel the tension between them.


Karmen finally broke their stare and smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.


Justin found her reaction adorable.


“It’s about time!” Anna shouted at Justin.


“You’re still chopping cabbage, sis.” He motioned to her knife with his head.


Karmen giggled, and Justin became even more smitten.


He moved to stand next to Karmen. “I don’t have to call him Uncle Pappy, do I?” he whispered so only she could hear. “I’m a middle-aged man.”


Karmen giggled again, and Justin realized he would do anything to hear her laugh.
“You can call him Bob.”

“Hey, Mary?” Uncle Pappy yelled to get her attention.


“Yes?” She inquired in response.


“Will you make me another peach margarita, my bride?” He smiled at her.


“Of course, sweetie.” Aunt Mary blew him a kiss.


Karmen smiled at the gesture, and Justin smiled at her reaction. He was having trouble keeping his eyes off her.


“Mary?” Uncle Pappy asked again.


“Yes?”


“Where is the pulled pork?”


“In the crockpot, dear.”


“Mary?”


She sighed, “Yes, Bob?”


“Where are the buns?”


“In the bread box, dear.”


“Mary?”


“Oh my god,” she mumbled under her breath. “Yes, honey?”


“Where do we keep the bread knife?


“In the same place we have kept it for the past forty years, in the knife block.”


“Knife block?”


“Bob!” Mary frustratingly yelled, “My clitoris has eight-thousand nerve endings; if you insist on getting on my nerves, could you at least get on one of those?”


Karmen’s face turned beet red. “We have company, Aunt Mary.”


“We’re all adults here. We know what married people do.”


Karmen looked at Justin, “I’m sorry.”


“Are you kidding me?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “I can’t tell you the last time I was this entertained.”


Justin wasn’t big on people, but he enjoyed the company that surrounded him. A group of rare gems with big hearts, could hold conversations, and had more to offer than their unsolicited opinions. Of course, the rarest treasure of them all was the beautiful woman sitting next to him, and as much as he enjoyed the company around him, he wanted nothing more than an opportunity to spend some time alone with her.


She placed her hand on his arm, and as if she could read his mind, she asked, “Would you like to go for a walk on the beach with me?”

To be continued…

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Sinister Eyes

You took the knife,

stabbing my heart.

You bruised my skin,

you left your mark.

Yet, here you come

with your sinister eyes.

As if some new man,

you’re the devil in disguise.

You expect me to bend

and to mold to your ways.

To conform to your charms,

but I won’t drown in your waves.

I’ll always be

just a trophy to you.

A notch on your bedpost

I didn’t consent to.

It’s partly my fault,

I take half the blame.

I let you in,

I whispered your name.

But you can’t take my spirit,

my flame, nor my drive.

There is no longer fear

behind these blue eyes.

How does it feel now

you want to slither back in?

But you no longer phase me,

you can’t break through my skin.

Go on, walk on home boy,

and carry your strife.

And never forget…

I now carry the knife!

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Waves, Part 2

Justin Bradshaw had a reputation for being ruthless, but that was not the man that Karmen saw. Somehow, in her very first response, she had seen past his calloused exterior and saw that’s not who he was. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what made her so different from the rest, but he was smitten from their very first conversation. She recognized the good man inside of him and identified with the cynical part annoyed by humanity.

Justin never meant any harm behind his sharp tongue. People baffled him. He asked questions that he often would look back on and could recognize how they came out as sarcastic, but his inquiries were always out of genuine curiosity. Well, most of the time. Sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself. He often found himself wondering what was wrong with him when people mistook his intent, but he never felt that way with Karmen. She always made him feel seen and accepted. It scared him how quickly he felt so comfortable around her. Surely, she had recognized his social awkwardness, but she never characterized it as a flaw or felt the need to point it out to him, as if he wasn’t aware of it. It was one of the things that drew Karmen to him out of a long list of things.

“Woah!” Kevin heard his best friend, Harrison, yell. The loud cheering and clapping broke Justin from his reverie.


“What did I miss?” He asked.


“Are you kidding me?” Harrison asked in disbelief.


Justin didn’t justify that question with a response. Instead, he simply continued to stare at his best friend.


Harrison released an annoyed sigh, “The rookie just hit his first home run at his first at-bat. Yankee history is being made right in front of you, and you’re missing it.”


“It’s not as if he’s the first rookie to do it.” Justin retorted.


“Noooooooo,” but it doesn’t happen often. Where were you anyway? Shouldn’t you be working?”


“What’s with the third degree?” Justin defended.


“You’ve been off your game for acoupla weeks, but the Yankees are the sole reason you became a sportswriter. They are your one true love. What could possibly have enough power to distract you from your….” Harrison trailed off.


“Oh.” The lightbulb went on over his head. “Who is she?”


“Bold of you to assume it’s a woman,” Justin stated.


“Oh, I’m sorry. Who is he?”


“No. I meant bold of you to assume it’s a love interest.”


“C’mon, man! Unless a beautiful woman is standing in front of you, nothing steals your attention from the game.” Harrison hit him with a verbal 2×4.


He had him there. “Okay, her name is Karmen, and we are just friends.”


Harrison shot Justin a look that informed him Harrison did not believe him.
“Well, we are.”


“Whatever you say, Justin.”


Justin turned his attention back to the game. He needed to focus if we were going to take enough notes to practically write the article before making the little over an hour journey to Fairfield for the weekend.

Karmen York, Miranda Walker, Cee Laurie, and Jarrett McClane spent the afternoon on the front porch. The four of them sat facing the beach. Jarrett and Cee sat with their legs extended, one ankle crossed over the other, resting on the porch banister. Karmen and Maranda sat with their legs crossed at the knee. Karmen had the Orioles game playing lowly on the radio.


“Did you think the four of us would ever be in such different stages of life?” Jarrett broke the comfortable silence.


Cee sighed deeply, “If you’re asking if I ever thought that one day, I’d be sitting on the porch of the beach house with my best friends, recently divorced, then no.” She retorted.


Karmen reached out and placed a comforting hand on her knee as she noticed Cee fighting back tears.


Cee smiled at Karmen, “And here you are, recently widowed….”


“Don’t do that,” Karmen moved back to her comfortable, crossed-legged position. “Grief is grief.”


“Fortunately, we have happily married and new love here to give us hope.” Karmen giggled as she pointed her head in Miranda and Jarret’s directions.


“Who are we? The seven dwarfs?” Miranda asked sarcastically.


“Well, since there’s only four of us…,” Karmen paused as she tried to find something witty to say, “no.”


Oddly enough, her comment drew laughs from the group. Karmen soon joined them in laughter. She could never resist the urge when the people she loved were laughing.


“Alright,” Karmen poured herself another glass of citrus sangria from the pitcher on the table. She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her drink before looking at Jarrett, “last night was date three with David. I want details.”


“Ohhh, date three,” Cee and Miranda chimed in unison.


“Okay, yes,” Jarrett admitted. “We abided by my three-date rule, and it was amazing!”


Karmen, Miranda, and Cee smiled widely and leaned in closer, encouraging Jarrett to continue.


“I do have a question for you, though, Karmen.” He topped off her sangria.


“Am I gonna need that?” She inquired.


Jarrett rolled his eyes at her, “If you and a guy had just finished, ya know,” he made a pumping motion with his hips.


Karmen put her hands up to block her view. “It would have been less obscene for you to have just completed your sentence and asked after sex.”


Jarrett laughed, “Okay, so seconds after you just had sex, he smacks you on the ass and says, ‘good game,’ what would you do?”

“Marry him,” Karmen replied without missing a beat.


Later that evening, Jarrett left to have fantastic sex, and Miranda went off to face-time her husband and probably have virtual sex.


Annoyed with the fact that neither of them was having sex, virtual or otherwise, Cee and Karmen went for a walk on the beach.


“Did you and Eric ever have those days where nothing was planned, but they turned out to be the most memorable.”


“Mhmm. There is gold in those moments.” Karmen informed her.


“I miss those days. Ya know?” Cee paused.


Karmen didn’t respond. She knew the question was rhetorical. So, she kept walking, waiting for Cee to continue.


“One of the dogs would wake us up early, and Dean would always take them out because he was much more of a morning person than I am.” She paused again as they continued walking.


“He’d come in with my coffee, kiss me on the forehead, and tell me I needed to witness the sunrise, and they were always the most spectacular sunrises. We’d decide to run into town and visit the thrift stores, and we’d grab lunch at our favorite deli. Then we’d just go exploring and looking for new attractions. We’d usually find a dive bar that had a local band playing, and we’d order dinner, drink whatever was on tap, and talk until the band started to play. We’d dance the night away.”

“We couldn’t take our hands off each other when we’d come home. It was like we were in high school all over again, and we hadn’t had the opportunity to be alone together for weeks, maybe even months. We wouldn’t even make it upstairs to our bedroom. It was hot, up against the wall, I need you now kind of passion, and I miss that the most.” Tears streamed down Cee’s face.


Karmen grabbed Cee’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.


“For me, it was the slow mornings with nothing planned that became the most memorable,” Karmen began.


“We’d sleep in on Saturday morning, and Eric would roll over and pull me towards him and start kissing me. We’d make love before either of us saw the morning light, and our movements were slow. We had nowhere to be. We just enjoyed being in one another’s embrace, we had all day to show our hot, needy desires, but mornings were reserved for the slow and easy. It was the perfect way to start the day. Eric was always so attentive after a long morning of lovemaking. He’d steal little kisses, and he’d make me laugh, and then one day, he stopped. I tried, but Eric always said he was tired or had somewhere to be. Then he got cancer, and we stopped having sex altogether, not that I blame him for that. I’m just saying.”


“I know, sweetie,” Cee reassured her.


“Where did it all go so wrong?” Karmen asked her. “We were so happy.”


“I don’t know,” Cee responded. “I know we weren’t completely innocent, either, but I feel like our men stopped trying.”


“Does it ever make you question your worth?” Karmen asked.


“Every damn day.”


Karmen noticed the man approaching her on the beach, but before she had the chance to say hello, she felt a presence come up behind her. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her mouth as the other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her away.


To be continued.

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Summer Melts Into Fall

Last week, I shared last year’s Christmas photos. I thought this time, we’ll tread backward, and I’d share some of my pictures from the end of summer and early fall.

Don’t hate me, summer lovers, but I usually long for fall this time of year. It’s the perfect weather for me. The days are still warm, but the evenings are chilly enough for a sweater but not cold enough for a winter coat. I love the bright colors, warm apple cider, pumpkin-flavored everything, boots, and buffalo plaid attire. The often foggy evenings put me in the mood to watch horror movies, and I swear the moon looks bigger as it hangs lower in the sky. As the temperature drops, the air thins, making for some breathtaking sunrises and sunsets. It’s absolutely my favorite time of year.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I hope summer sticks around for a while.

Autumn Sunrises

This is one of my all-time favorites!

I love the way the light bounces off the leaves in this one!

Experimenting

I enjoy trying different techniques with my camera, especially in regard to lighting. These came out well!

This was one of those random photos that weren’t planned to turn out as well as it did. The laptop light highlighted my selfie perfectly. Who needs expensive lights? Ha! It’s my best friend’s favorite photo of me.

Random Photos

Vivaldi and country roads.

In addition to sweaters, I also love hoodies!!

I made homemade apple pie with cinnamon swirled pie crust.

And banana cream pie! Even the whipped cream was homemade!

You didn’t think I would share another photography post and not show you a mug, did you?

Autumn Leaves

There are not enough words in the English language to describe how much I love this picture!

Sunsets

Are you looking forward to fall, or are you hoping for an extended summer?

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Waves

It was that fleeting hour of the day when the moon and sun were high and bright at the same time. Like many things in her life, these summer nights wouldn’t last much longer. Karmen York sat quietly on the porch swing, sipping her wine as she watched the waves of the Atlantic Ocean crash into the shore. The New York Times Newspaper was sitting next to her.

Jarrett chuckled as he noticed the newspaper. “Don’t tell me you do the Sunday Times crossword puzzle?” he inquired.

Karmen smiled at the sight of her best friend, “Actually, I do, but that’s not what I’m looking forward to.” She picked up the newspaper and motioned for him to sit next to her before she turned her gaze back to the ocean view. She looked through her camera lens for the thousandth time to ensure she had the perfect angle, even though up until two minutes ago, she was the only one out on the porch and hadn’t moved the camera from its ideal position on the porch railing.

“Why do you always do that?” Jarret huffed.

“Do what?” Karmen asked, genuinely curious.

Jarrett rolled his eyes, “you tell me the crossword isn’t what you’re looking forward to, but you don’t tell me what it is you are looking forward to. If I wanted a good cliffhanger, I’d stop binge-watching television shows and go back to watching them weekly.”

Karmen chuckled, “I’m mysterious.” She flashed him a big smile before taking a sip of her wine.

“There’s mysterious, and then there’s just being an annoying tease.” He returned her wide smile before stealing her wine glass and taking a sip of the velvety liquid.

They both laughed. Karmen turned her attention back towards her camera and started to take pictures as the pink clouds started to dip just below the ocean’s edge, partly because she didn’t want to miss any good shots and partly because she wanted to leave her best friend hanging just a bit longer.

“Okay,” she turned to look at Jarrett, “There’s an author I adore who writes a serial in the Times every Sunday.” She confessed as she retrieved her wine.

“Oh, do you mean Justin Bradshaw?”

“Yes!” Karmen squealed. “We are so much alike.”

“Soul mates,” he kissed her cheek. “So, you gotta crush on a writer?”

“Yes.” Karmen didn’t hesitate to answer. “He writes a blog post about side stories that happen to the detective that doesn’t really have anything to do with the serial. Although sometimes he cleverly adds tie-ins.”

“How very Sherlockian of him.” Jarrett snorted, laughing at his own joke.

Karmen rolled her eyes but released a little chuckle before taking another sip of her wine.

“He has talked to me,” she confessed before turning her head back towards the ocean, almost out of sight as the sun dipped lower in the sky on the opposite side of the house.

“SEE!” Jarrett shouted as he stood up off the swing, almost knocking Karmen out of it.

Startled, Karmen spilled some of her wine. “Oh, that’s such a shame.” She pouted.

Jarrett patted her head, “I’ll pour you more, but first, stop teasing me and give me the details!”

Justin wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew him exactly, but he couldn’t stop staring at her profile picture on his laptop screen. She had been commenting on his blog and social media posts for a little over a week. He found himself smiling at their exchanges but was afraid to come on too strongly,

He sent her a simple DM.

Hi. I just wanted to thank you for all your kind comments on my posts latelyYour last comment really made my day!”

“We will settle this in the morning,” Jarrett informed her.

“You mean when Cee and Miranda arrive?”

“Yes, they will back me on this, I’m sure of it.”

“He’s not into me. He is just being friendly.”

“Karmen,” Jarrett pinched the bridge of his nose, “For such an intelligent woman, you can be so dense sometimes.”

Karmen chuckled, “You think every guy is into me.”

“Have you met you?” He asked her, “Even I’m in awe of your beauty.”

Karmen blushed, “If only I were a man.”

“You’d look dashing with a beard.”

Karmen wasn’t sure how to respond to his comment, so she turned the subject back on topic. “So, on the birthday post,” she gushed, “Justin said my poem was beautiful!”

Jarrett giggled, “He simply said ‘Beautiful.’ He could have been referring to your picture.”

Karmen rolled her eyes, “It was clearly the poem he was referring to.”

Jarrett rolled his eyes back at her before the best friends focused on the sound of the ocean waves as they sat in comfortable silence.

To be continued.

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I Have Faith in You

To the woman picking out cake flour

next to me in the baking aisle

three days after another mass shooting…

know that you will never be forgotten

***

we passed regards back and forth

about cakes

and chocolate

and sprinkles

and I think we both felt guilty

for the distraction that the art of baking provides…

we never broke eye contact

***

as if our talk of cake was another way to say

I also crave a softer world

I, too, wish we could blend together

like cake ingredients…

what keeps us awake at night

is not what wakes us in the morning

***

and as I carried my basket down the aisle

spilling with flour, sugar, and cocoa powder

I smiled at a child who was unaware

of anything but the chocolate bars on the shelf

you called out,

“I have faith in you”

***

what a thing to say

to a stranger…

or anyone?

***

to say you have faith in anything

in this world

is a risk

and while I am certain you meant

that your faith lies in my ability to alchemize

flour, sugar, and cocoa powder

to bake a delicacy for another’s mouth

I am thankful

***

I do not know you or even your name

but I will forever remember

your kindness

and I had to wipe tears from my eyes

as I loaded the groceries into my car

***

may we blend together

like cake ingredients

let us say it often…

I have faith in you, too

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Christmas in July

Hello beautiful souls,

I do not celebrate Christmas in July because I’m not all about commercialism. Plus, I believe in celebrating each holiday as they come. I mean no offense to those of you who do celebrate, though. Do you want to put up your Christmas tree in the middle of summer and watch the cheesy romance Christmas Hallmark movies? Go ahead and do whatever makes your little heart happy. Who am I to judge you?

With that being said, however, I have not been overly fond of the 87-degree (Fahrenheit) temperatures with 80% humidity. I am not complaining, though. I feel like old man winter extended his welcome, and I begged mother nature for sundress and flip flop weather.

Since I am working to share my hundreds of photographs with you, I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon and share the pictures I took last Christmas. Maybe it will help cool us off a little and, if nothing else, bring that sense of Christmas joy! Here goes nothing!

Christmas in July

Cookies:

My best friend, Amanda, and I started a tradition many years ago to bake Christmas cookies together. Now that she lives in Michigan, this tradition will not happen yearly. Still, I am hopeful for more cooking baking together in the future and the possibility of introducing this tradition to other friends and family members. If nothing else, I still enjoy the act of Christmas cookie baking on my own. I make an entire day of it!

I finally found the perfect recipe for chocolate chip cookies (the secret is browned butter). I used the recipe and substituted M&M’s for chocolate chips. SOOOOO good!

Of course, I couldn’t not bake chocolate chip cookies. Chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven with a cup of coffee are one of my favorite things on earth!

Snickerdoodles!

World Peace Cookies. These cookies are named World Peace because if everyone in the world could taste one, they surely would bring world peace! These soft, chocolaty cookies melt in your mouth the minute they hit your tongue. They are my new favorite cookie to bake, give away, and eat!

I also perfected peanut butter cookies last year. I am addicted to these, so I do not make them often.

“Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree”

There is such a thing as a Christmas Queen, right?

Playing with Christmas lights

New Christmas mug

Oh Christmas mug, oh Christmas mug

Have I mentioned my love of mugs? This is my favorite Christmas mug!

I received a new mug for Christmas, but really, I wanted to show off my pretty manicure!

Food!

Christmas Eve Charcuterie board

Spiced wine

Linzer cookies and tea!

Candy

Christmas Decor

A new favorite ornament!

Window display

I have a love for gnomes, and my best friend loves to gift them to me. I’m such a lucky gal!

I need more practice, but these didn’t turn out too badly for my first polymer clay ornaments.

My mom always displayed this picture of Santa and Me. Now that she’s no longer here, my dad doesn’t decorate for Christmas, so I display it. I look so thrilled! Haha.

When my brother was born, my grandmother bought him a Santa bank. Ten years later, I came along, and she managed to find another one just like his. My brother’s bank has ’74 written on the bottom of Santa’s boot, and mine has ’84. Both are considered antiques now.

Neil’s grandmother gave me this Christmas card many years ago. I loved it so much that I framed it and put it out every year. I love it so much! My mom made the woodland Santa next to it, and the smaller Santa is a set of Russian dolls.

Vintage Santa from the 1920s.

Christmas Day Selfie

Weather

Frosted window

Snow, snow, snow

Bonus New Year’s Pictures

Homemade mushroom and pepperoni pizza!

Baby Yoda (Grogu) pastry

My favorite way to spend New Year’s Eve is with a glass of wine and lounging in comfy clothes!

I know this was a long post, but I enjoy sharing my photography with you. Thanks for spending Christmas in July with me!

Love & life lessons,

Kristian

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Lessons My Mother Taught Me

My mother taught me to have compassion for the living.

To always have vases on hand

in case a friend is feeling low

and in need of lilacs

cut from the lilac bush

ladybugs still stuck to the twigs.

To always have cookie dough balls

in a Tupperware container

nestled in the corner of the freezer

in case company stops by for a visit

in need of something sweet.

To keep stationary

and blank cards handy

in case the neighbor’s cat dies

and needs some words of encouragement.

To always bring an offering

to every house I enter

homemade pies

or bottles of wine

or, in some cases, both.

To always have hands that heal

eyes that smile

and a heart big enough

to hurt for the hurting.

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