New England
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September was a fun, busy month. We went all over New England soaking up the last bits of warm weather before the long, cold season settles in around us. September took us to Vermont to camp on the lake with Darren’s family. This, the same lake (and the same little town fair), that his family
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October is my favorite month; the light and leaves paint a picture I could look at forever. You step outside, and the whole world smells like a big cup of tea. Life though, is not so picturesque as the light and leaves, is it? Sometimes I struggle to write these posts because the photos and
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In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can. We spend a day beside the ocean as a family. Hours are spent building
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Have you ever had a premonition or sense of foreboding about something yet to come? The summer of 2019 was one of the sweetest my family has ever had. Our kids were five and two years old, and we made so many good memories together that year. That July, we went camping in Vermont with
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June was mercy. Quiet days at home — slow mornings, sitting in the sunshine reading, noticing wildflowers, planting a belated garden for the kids, long walks with my husband. An endless stream of kids in and out of the door, sticky floors and dripping freeze pops, days spent in the backyard playing in the water
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April brought all the showers as promised; now we wait to see if May holds up her end of the deal with flowers. I’m sitting here looking out at more gray clouds while drinking my second cup of hot coffee for the morning. It’s cool and gloomy, but the bright green baby leaves are
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March is a tease. The trees are heavy with red blossoms waiting to bloom and daffodils shine like the sun against the gray and brown landscape. But it’s cold outside, and spring hasn’t yet come to New England. Actually, we’re supposed to get snow on Thursday, which is stupid. Because we’re tired of being cold,
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February brought us both glittering snow and promises of spring. The longer I live in New England, the more I look forward to the snow. I cheer with the kids when we wake up to a snow day and any excuse to stay home. The kids and I spent our snow days trying to figure
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It’s been a long time since I played with words. The last year was really, really hard. Today though, I sit on the other side of that all-consuming year and breathe in the goodness of what we built. I’m tucked in my armchair in a bright, warm corner of our bedroom — my favorite nook
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For years, my husband and I had this running joke: Winter would come to our sunny home in the south, and I would say (through chattering teeth),“Goodness, it’s cold! I sure hope the Lord never wants us to move up north.”Upon hearing this, Jonathan would immediately pretend he was getting a call on his phone
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