And still finding new ways to love each other every day. It’s not easy to celebrate on a busy Wednesday, but every little moment of love and joy and happiness counts. I’m so grateful for Graham, today, and always.
We’re staying at Graham’s parents’ house for the next couple of weeks for some beach and family time, and they’ve got a lovely garden with a small koi pond.
Y’all, the fish are always, always, always hungry.
But I’ll be there soon! And honestly, soon can’t get here soon enough. 😉
Snowdonia, in Wales, from our trip in 2015, which seems like ages ago now. I’d go back in a heartbeat. And today, I’ve found myself just sitting and daydreaming about traveling and adventures, and wondering where we might go next.
If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?
We had a wonderful weekend visiting with family in the mountains! We’re exhausted and happy, and we made lots of good memories. One of them? Watching the sunset over the mountains.
Just absolutely, almost unbelievably gorgeous. I love my little corner of Loudoun, but the mountains will always feel like home to me.
Nature is its own kind of powerful, beautiful magic.
For the last two years at around this time, a family of foxes has taken up residence under our barn. I’ve written about them before – a few times, in fact.
Mama and babies, and we’ve had the privilege of watching the kits grow and play. And y’all, they grow up so fast!
We’ve not seen them this year, though we do regularly catch glimpses of an adult fox hunting in our back field, and over the weekend, Graham saw her poking around near our barn. So maybe they’re just moving in a little late.
We shall see! And in the meantime, I’m glad we have cute pictures and sweet memories.
We had our first big thunderstorm last night. It started at around 11:00 and lasted about an hour, with lots of lightning, loud thunder, and heavy rain. Then it moved on, but it left the rain behind.
This morning, things are looking damp and cloudy, but there’s beauty in that, I think.
A gray sky against dewy, green leaves and blossoms – there’s something so peaceful and striking about that.
And I figure, whether you like it or not, the rainy days will come. So, better to just appreciate them for what they are, and find joy in a darker sky.
My other favorite sign of spring here in Virginia: the Virginia bluebell.
Just like the bright, striking pink of the redbud tree, the calm blues and purples of these little beauties just make so happy. And when you happen across a field of bluebells, it honestly feels a bit like stepping into a fairyland.
I wrote a poem about them last year, which I’ll share at the end of this post, just below.
I tell ya…there’s just something a little bit magic about Virginia in the spring.
Blue Belle (A Poem)
Lady Blue,
now ring your bell
through forest, field, and fairy dell,
from riverbank to village green:
the time has come for growing things.
Today, it’s mild, bright and sunny. The crocuses are already blooming, and the daffodils are well on their way. The sky is bluest blue and absolutely cloudless. It’s a beautiful morning.
Hard to believe that just this weekend, things looked very different:
Oh, Virginia, you chaotic darling. I adore you.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 