"I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more." -Sylvia Plath's diary

 

 

 

"Old People Wearing Vegetation" by Riitta Ikonen and Karoline Hjorth

i love, i love, i love

there is a family across the street from our apartment complex that sells shaved ice out of their garage every friday and saturday. each week, mother, father, sisters, brother, selling sweet ice. sun shining, selling ice, smiling. they sell ice together for their son, brother, who is serving a mormon mission. they sell ice together so he can serve people and God. at four or six, the father removes the 'shaved ice' banner hanging between two palm trees. a pretty daughter puts the last dollop of whipped cream ontop a colorful dessert while her brother stacks surfboards in a large truck. sun shining, together, they climb, mother, father, sisters, brother, into the car, and head towards the sea. 

i have been married to trenton for four months and three days. we are happy and learning to love deeper and forgive often. 

a sunshine backyard celebration of love and marriage. taylor's bridal shower a few weeks ago was a lovely mid-morning festivity, comprised of classy women, tasty gluten-free treats, picnic blankets, and mild sexual references (or, in the case of taylor's penis lei and mini penis-shaped cakes, not so mild). 

catherine, reading in the sand at temple beach

"I believe in Christ; so come what may"