Herbal tea. It really is helping. My Jesus, I love thee. With honey and lemon.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Winter Houseplants
In the summer, I move my houseplants outside to the courtyard and neglect them as they thrive.
In the winter, I bring them to the dining room, which has the most space by the windows. I can't help putting the baby spider plants in their own pots, even though I really don't have a need for six spider plants. I snip off trailing vines and pop them in vintage milk bottles to take root, though I'm not sure I need more of these varieties either.
And, look! Down on the bottom shelf! My Christmas actually bloomed. I was never sure she had it in her.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Van Full of Beef
Friday, December 21, 2012
Written Love
"Dear Mrs. Chupp,
I hope you have a great Christmas! You are the greatest teacher in the world! I made up this poem Roses are Red Violets are Blue Stares Shine and so do you.
from Claire to Mrs. Chupp"
I mean, have you ever?
I will put this in a keepsake album in which I keep nice old letters from friends, extra nice thank you notes, the "Warm Fuzzy" pages from the old a cappella choir retreats. Today I anticipated being an old woman looking through my Love and Kindness Book and I was surprised to find that it made me sad. It seemed like it might feel like looking at something that was gone forever.
What do you do with all the Written Love in your life?