I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…
“Will the freshness, lightheartedness, the need for love, and strength of faith which you have in childhood ever return? What better time than when the two best virtues — innocent joy and the boundless desire for love — were the only motives in life?”
(a scan of a very old photo)
one day with Izzy
all we needed was a little snow..
a week later, it arrived
“I know what I really want for Christmas.
I want my childhood back.
Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn’t make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.”
~ Robert Fulghum
*Many thanks to Isabella Ciasullo, Carol MacGregor of Happy Gatherings Photography, and Jill Porter of Petal Pusher’s Floral Studio ( for allowing us to play around your beautiful home).