This week we came home from a nearly two-week trip visiting family.

Friends, I’m exhausted. I don’t think I realized how massive an endeavor this move would turn out to be.

When I first stepped into my studio this morning, frost glittered on the deck out the sliding doors, the light pale as the sun cleared the tops of the trees on the hill behind our house.

This week I sat in my studio and watched the garden out the sliding doors.

Every morning I try to spend some time sitting on the floor in my studio with my coffee or tea.

“Autumn is the season to find contentment at home by paying attention to what we already have.”

—unknown

Earlier this week I sat in my studio with a steaming mug of Dragonwell tea and watched my garden through my new sliding doors.

Today on my blog, I planned to share about the Winding Roads Art Tour, but as I was driving home on Sunday evening I realized I hadn’t taken a single photo all weekend.

Written on my calendar today is “Blog: Garden”.

I sat in the dining room with my coffee, cereal and journal.

“I’m crabby. Crabby. Crabby. Crabby,” I wrote.

“Thanksgiving is not just a day, it’s a lifestyle.”

In September in Wisconsin, the gardening season is winding down.

It’s hard to believe this is the last week of my month of gratitude. August has flown by.

I think back to childhood Augusts with school looming and days of freedom dwindling. Back-to-school was both exciting and welcome but also tinged with sadness for the ending of summer.

Noticing beauty needn’t be limited to seeing it. Last week we focused on COLOR, something we experience with our eyesight, but this week I want you to awaken your other senses.

The days are flying past faster and faster. I can’t believe June has already come and gone. As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I’m trying to slow down and enjoy summer’s magic and yet, time still flies.

Yesterday Matthias and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary.

The Get Re-Inspired Creative Retreat is now over. I’m not sure if it ended up being what I planned, but it was nurturing, fun and I learned a lot.

When I was 16, a newly-minted driver’s license in my wallet, where did I go on my first solo drive?

I love Valentine’s Day. It’s probably not cool to admit this, but I do.

I stumbled into my shoes, pulling on my hat and coat before rushing two wagging dogs out the door.

I was still wearing my nightshirt.

I wasn’t wearing any socks.

I hadn’t even put on my glasses.