This morning at breakfast I was thinking about life two years ago, two years ago this week. It feels
This morning at breakfast I was thinking about life two years ago, two years ago this week. It feels like lifetimes ago. I shared these photos that week, visions of the slow life I was excited to have at the farmhouse I was preparing to move to. Greens, and blues, and little house were my vision board. It wasn’t long before we were all making sourdough and taking up sewing and reading books we’d put off for years. A cozy spring was ahead, spent the old fashioned way, gardens were planted, projects were done, all with the promise that life would soon return to normal. Two years later life still hasn’t returned to normal, perhaps it never will? Wars rage in distant lands, addictions to cable news have fostered a ratings driven divided nation here at home, and you can’t help but constantly wonder….what’s next. Yet, like two years ago, there is a promise of spring, a promise of growth and life and rebirth in the blue and green shades. Time continues on, and like the sourdough needing to be fed….we keep moving on. These favorites are by 1) @jwirtalla 2) @windypeakvintage 3) @moners 4) @jenniferlanne.studio 5) @tannerwendellstewart https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca7y7L9JiSz/?utm_medium=tumblr -- source link