Awakening

Just an ordinary sunny June day. A walk up to the rose garden, smiles, bees buzzing about. I had a dream yesterday that involved all the things I'm longing for. One of those dreams that's hard to wake from. It filled my head full of ideas. 

These past couple of months I've been contempt just being. Going to work, coming home, and small adventures captured on Instagram. My pottery has come along nicely. My house has stayed surprisingly the same. My kids have grown leaps and bounds, but really that only takes a blink of the eye. 

Being busy always keeps me happy, working toward something gives me hope, there are days where I need to remind myself it's ok to relax. 

Right now I don't want to relax. There are pictures that need to be captured, projects that need to be planned, and staying as creative and productive with my time is exactly where I want to be. I'm not making promises, I'm not setting time lines, I'm simply being in the moment. 

" There came a day in sunny June entirely for me" - I think that's today.

Snow Lazy

Snow fall after snow fall. We are slowing digging ourselves out. I feel like all the New England towns are really just creating snow tunnels more than plowing. There has been lots and lots days home from school, which has made our hot chocolate supply run low. And to think just this last holiday season, I was wondering if we would have any snow this year.
Right now is the busiest time of year for us. Most people it's before the holidays but with us it's after. There are three birthdays in a row, tax season, school projects, and endless work tasks. I've been trying to plan or take pictures or do anything on my days off - but it's really hard not to just be lazy. There really has not been much going on around here besides watching all the episodes of Gilmore Girls.
There is still pottery, and I've finished my cross stitch project. We are planning on finishing Aries room soon, Then there are spring plans of a garage makeover and a moon garden. Right now, with Blizzards and the sound of plows outside, you are going to find me in pajama pants, under a heating blanket, on the couch.
 So I'm crossing my fingers the birds start chirping outside again, that the whistling of the radiators settle, and I can feel my toes again.
Spring - I miss you.
* All the pictures from this post were taken before or right after the holidays