Snow Day Listography

What do ya know?

It snowed in Kansas today.

So what could be better than making lists on a snow day?

Not much… except perhaps a bowl of snow cream. 

So I made that list (up there ^^).

i also made an adventure list.

rain boots

picnic basket

overalls

cookies

exploration

daisies

french braids

knapsack

binoculars

field journal

lean-to

nature guide

curiosity

Happy Thursday!

Linds

What's the weather like where you live?

Lately Lovely

"Sometimes, I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed."

 -Mary Oliver

I just returned from a lengthy afternoon walk with my mamma and two dogs and I can feel my fingers tingling as they warm up. Today I pulled out an ancient Breckenridge hoodie as we set out and of course my converse were the only shoes that seemed logical to wear… I just realized that I've had them for three and a half years, but they're still going strong. "Today is a good day," I thought, as we walked briskly in this cold February air. "This is going to be a good year, I just know it. It's going to be a great summer." Although some days I'm just dying to get out of the house, I really do love where I am right now.

Today brought a 6:45 wake-up call and shower. Some time in the Word. Oatmeal + berries for breakfast. Mid-morning tea. Literature and a photo break in the reading room. A bit of time on the piano. Dreaming of a baby grand. Chuckles over Jane Austen's wit. Zeal for the future. Hope for some warm weather. Knowledge of no warm weather anytime soon. Joy.

How was your day? I'd love to know!

 xx.
A lovely evening to you.

Lindsey

p.s. All of your comments on my last post were buckets of sunshine! I can't tell you how much you all made my day; it was so fun getting to know more about about you. So thank you, Hannah, Noni, Natalie, Jessica, Jianine, Olivia, Marianne, Michelle Marie, Sonya, and Acacia! Y'all seriously are the best. Perhaps I'll write a post sometime with letters to each of you… should I? :)

Hello, friend!

Well, I tried to write what was in my heart, but those muddled thoughts and feelings are now scrambled  and unfinished on a draft page. Goodness, sometimes I have a hard time making sense of them all.

But since they couldn't come out eloquently, I just want to talk to you non-eloquently in stead. Because I see you all as friends, and I miss talking. To start off the non-eloquence, I'm pretty sure that non-eloquence is grammatically incorrect. I just remembered. It's ineloquent. 

So how's life, friend?
Good?
And if you didn't mean that, I'd love to know the truth. There are no masks here.

Speaking of masks, I've been thinking how I want to be a little more authentic with you all. I haven't been putting up a facade or lying to you, no, but I just mostly post about happy things, joyful things, good things. And sometimes it even sounds like I preach at you. (sorry for that… maybe it's the pastor's -kid side of me.) But please know this: my life isn't perfect. I focus on the good things because I want my blog to be a blessing and a celebration of the good. And generally my journal is the best place for my struggles, considering that the whole world can see this. But just because I celebrate life here, it doesn't mean that I don't have those days too. The emotionally out-of-whack days when I almost cry over spilt milk. Or the go-away-from-me-please-I-just-want-to-be-alone days. (<< I have a lot of those.) And the days when I skip reading my Bible because I've got "more important" things to do. Days when I'm discontent with my photography. The bad hair days. The bad face days. Days wasted by judging. Days ruined by harsh words and harbored bitterness.

Yes, I have them all.
But the only reason I can celebrate through it all is because God is good. And faithful. And powerful.

So, what do you like to do in your free time? When no one is in the house?
Sometimes I tap dance in the garage and imagine that I could be as good as Rita Hayworth and Fred Astaire. And then I dream about dancing in the kitchen with a mister eight or ten or fifteen years from now. When no one is home I play piano really loudly and sometimes I sing until I can't stand to hear my crackling voice any longer, which is usually two minutes. Last week everyone was gone and Mumford & Sons started on Spotify… I ran to the computer and turned the volume up until it couldn't go any higher. And then I ran around and danced like a crazy five-year-old. And all of a sudden I was carefree. (I kind of tweaked some muscles :))

I could ask you a million questions, friends. I know some of you very well, and others hardly at all, but I would love to get to know you a little better. Drop a comment, would ya? Tell me what you do in your free time and when no one is around, and what the most exciting thing you did today was. Or what your favorite childhood memory is, or what your favorite book is, and why. I think it would be cool if we could know each other a little bit better. Sincerely.
Let's be friends.

hug, hug.

Lindsey