It's Been A Year Now

It was a year since grandma passed away on the twenty third of july. We all miss her so much. The kids all came and we released some balloons with messages for her. I am sure they made it all the way to heaven. Its hard not to think about grandma every single day. I think i feel it more since i live in her very house. I told erik the other day, its almost like i feel like i need to keep certain traditions alive, need to make sure grandmas legacy stays strong, make sure i cut the roses just like she would :) Love her and miss her.

Fly

For years Grandma has been talking to this beautiful butterfly whom she called Sam. We liked to sit out on the swing and watch as Sam would fly and dance across the sky. He was a friend to all, but especially Grandma. I'm sure it was hard for Grandma being alone for all those years. 


Yesterday, Sam made his first appearance of the season. He was glorious as ever. I was happy to see him, only he wasn't alone. He had another beauty with him. They fluttered and bounced through the breeze and I just stood in awe.


I like to think that all those years Grandma talked to Sam like he was Grandpa.


And now THEY are here. 


Together.


Keeping their eye on this old red brick house.


Flying. 

Magnolia

Every year since I can remember, around this time of year the Magnolia tree would bloom. I remember Grandma would go out and stand at the end of the driveway and take a picture. Every year. Some years it was beautiful and some years not so much because we would have a late snowfall and the buds would freeze. This year it is glorious. I find myself staring at it out the kitchen window each time I walk by. And it smells amazing. I am sure that this year a special angel is helping it to be extra beautiful. And so I start my own yearly collection of the blooming of the Magnolia Tree

Grandma

Today I went out into the yard.

Ya know, we've been here in the Old House for about 3 months.

Feels like forever.

Today I opened the garage and grabbed a pair of gloves.

When I put them on they smelled just like her.

Oh how I miss her.

The smell brought back so many memories.

As I cleaned and pruned and cut back old growth,

I found a little purple flower poking its head out.

New Life.

And as I wear the gloves that she once did,

I feel purpose.

I feel like I'm in the right place.

The Old House on the corner.

My home.

New Blog.

Here it is. A new blog. I hope you like it.

A blog devoted to my life in my red brick house.

crafting

photography

deals

kids

food

life

love

I hope you'll stick around.