Oh Nichole, Prodigal Summer has a special spot in my heart as well. I rather wallowed in it many years back, when I was in a weird, in-betweenish sort of place. It was a meditation. And a balm. And I very much know what you mean about the preciousness of handwritten letters. I have a box of them. Then, at some point, all that letter writing stopped. Now I am so much more connected and so much less. And I would never save e-mails the way I have saved all those letters - piled up in an old box, a treasure indeed.

Thanks, M! I am always floored by the kindness of strangers. Though I was worried that she would walk a little too close to my car and her white suit would no longer be such a lovely white...

Thank you, Stephinie!

Thank you!

Thank you for those sweet words, Nichole! I do hope to be here more often, though I completely agree with your thoughts in your last post... it is strange little thing, this internet.

Oh silence and alone is lovely, but I more likely have the sounds of two little ones and their pretend play nearby...

Yes! I remember punching the dough from my childhood as well. So much fun! Of course, with two kids, our dough always gets double-punched.

Such adorable and timeless patterns. Perfect for new little babies!

Thanks! These are from the Olympus PEN E-P3 (micro four thirds format) camera. It has a lovely little LUMIX 20 f/1.7 lens that takes gorgeous photos. But unlike a DSLR, this camera is slooooow to focus and trip the shutter, so it only works well for these rare moments when the kids are sitting still in good lighting. For every beautifully focused and exposed shot, I have a hundred blurry kid photos.

Yes, thank you! I did make the blanket, though I finished it last year. It just happened to get a lot of snuggles this particular weekend...