Twins.

Mango Kombucha / batch 01 / could be a little sweeter.

Such a thoughtful gift from my friend Meg.

A sweet little dinner in the home of my beautiful and generous friend Joy.

Happy 100th birthday to my great-grandma who is still as hilarious, sassy, thoughtful, and joyful as ever.

Afternoon walk, January edition.

The first snow.

Love III by George Herbert

Love bade me welcome yet my soul drew back

guilty of dust and sin

but quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

from my first entrance in

drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

if I lack’d anything

“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here,”

Love said, “You shall be he.”

“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee.”

Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 

“Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord, but I have marred them, let my shame go where it doth deserve.”

“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”

“My dear, then I will serve.”

“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”

So I did sit, and eat.

Three years with this sweet/hilarious/intelligent/thoughtful/handsome guy. Getting placed in the seat next to him at a conference is one of the best things to ever happen to me. Here’s to many more years together!