About

I sit on the branch of the apple tree with my arm wrapped around the trunk my hand resting on the rough bark. Beneath the tree, violet and spring beauty wildflowers are sprinkled in the grass. As the breeze gently touches my face, I am filled with almost unbearable joy.

From the back porch, I look down the yard past the apple tree up the hill to the train tracks. I see the garden with the railroad tie walkways. I take the steps down into the basement. Jars of applesauce, peaches, tomatoes, and chili sauce are lined up on the shelf. The scent of oil and wood fills the air.

Unfolding his wings, the heron takes off in flight over the pond. In the woods, the ground is blanketed by bluebells from the river to the top of the hill. As the sun sets, the cotton wood tree stands silhouetted against the darkening sky.

I have been collecting these memories: the ordinary and the extraordinarily beautiful. They unfold like love letters to give warmth and beauty, kindness and peace.

I wanted a place where I could share the beauty that I see. This is it.

I have good memories of the hikes we went on as a family when I was young. Below is a photo my Dad took of my Sister, my Mom, and me in 1967. I don’t know why I was reading a book. I love reading, but I think the scenery must have been more captivating than the book. I remember waking up to the scent of fresh air and pine. This might be why I open my kitchen window first thing in the morning and why the scent of pine makes me smile.

My sister, my mom, and me, 1967.

My sister, my mom, and me, 1967.

Take care and thanks for visiting.

Sarah

8 Responses to About

  1. zirah1 says:

    Delightful! Thanks for a peak inside your life and world and soul.

  2. So lovely, Sarah, for you to share a bit about yourself here. That’s a nice photo of your family and of course your dad who is the photographer! Thanks so much fo your wonderful posts and photos… now we know where you got your talent from. My best to you! 🙂

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