mydearestwatson

begin the song exactly where you are

This line from Malcom Guite’s “The Singing Bowl” has become an anthem for me. Any which…

If ever there were hands that Did a loving work And did the work in love,…

The first thing my eyes caught sight of this morning was a pale light in the…

It is a cool, broad blue day. All across the plains is a vague dust, close…

(Mama told us five girls she wanted to have a special time with each of us,…

Mama is winding down, but maybe she will be for a while. These words have kept…

Thursday, May 13,2021 Thirty-Two years old. I’ve gotten to spend this birthday in Georgia with Daddy…

June 3,2021 Standing at the green mirror – The one that Mama found At that dusty…

A few days ago I said I’d explain my IG name change. @frflyphtography is to be…

Nearly every Valentine’s Day we woke to the table having been set with a cloth and…

Dear Bella Rose, Tonight, it was hair cutting for the boys. You sat in the white…

(Found this blog draft from 2017…so, no, I wasn’t clothes shopping during quarantine) There’s a part…

Janurary 10, 2020 Bare branches a silky sky of pale creamy rose and lavender; the moon,…

Saturday, January 11,2020 Daniel and I lay on a quilt in the sunshine on a pleasant…

A friend asked me this the other day and immediately this came to mind: One day…