Start off the New Year with a birthday and a dance party. Enjoy the fact that 2 goes into 4 twice and 24 makes a beautiful number.
One of the perks of sticking close to home is you get to visit your old favorites.
The girls had a rainy spring and the garden went through a transformation.
At first, I was completely against the pond. “It’s too big! Who’s gonna maintain it? My forsythia bush!” Now, though, I’ve grown to like it. I do NOT however agree with the unceremonious way my forsythia was disposed of.
We sold out of honey for the first time this year – a good thing, in most ways, but I hate having to tell people to wait till the spring. We’re also doing the favors for two weddings. Picture this: cute little glass jars with “One Pound Honey” on them, a simple cream label and a bow of twine.
My first wedding of the season was on a beautiful island in Maine. We sang “My Shepherd Will Supply My Need” and frolicked in the night along the dark streets of a sleepy town.
I learned that you can have the wedding you want and surround yourself with all different kinds of people at once.
We drove half-way across the country to celebrate another college friend’s wedding. The groom made their wedding shoes of leather and they danced to swing.
I even missed a wedding, but I got to go on a hiking bachelorette – that’s the way to do it!
The wine tasting which brought four friends together on a hot June Sunday. It’s also where a little bet began, but that’s for another day.
The best summer job ever – teaching English at my Alma Mater.
We didn’t have any fun at all.
And then a trip to London, a trip I never thought I’d go on.
A train-ride away was Oxford, and this is my attempt at a panorama.
We stumbled upon an exhibit of mystical writings and illuminated manuscripts at Oxford University. We also found a large blue rooster.
This photo was taken at Kensington Gardens, after a not-so-pleasant run trying to catch a tour through the palace (“I’m sorry, it’s 5:02. The tours are closed.”). I look much happier than my feet were feeling at the moment.
A week at the Swiss L’Abri and mornings of “Oh my gosh, this is real.” Did you know the Swiss care about bees, too?!
Fishing trips in the Atlantic are always cold, even in August.
We didn’t win the photo contest, but the winners were holding a baby. Not fair.
Cousin Christmas pic.
The last photo of 2013. A reunion of roomies and I got to hold her little one for the first time.
[This has been a good exercise for me. Too often I let things slip through my fingers, moments of joy and communion, the hard lessons I’ve learned and re-learned.]
[Next week, I’ll be posting my favorite things of 2013. A little late, but I want to make sure it’s a rocking list.]