wintry ramblings.

I'm home. those words are bittersweet to me as I love my home dearly but on the other hand, there is so much to be accomplished when one returns from a week-long vacation and things add up so quickly that it can become extremely overwhelming. thankfully overall, things have been going fairly smoothly, and once a daily routine has been reestablished, all will go about as it does to winter's beat. {please do forgive my tardiness if I do not return your comments and e-mails right away}.

my friend and I are busying ourselves by editing photographs and videos to tell the story of my little trip this past week, thus I am still not revealing where I had gone or the company I had the pleasure of being with {although, I'm quite certain all of you know. ;)}. more on my mystery trip shall be posting very soon, but just to keep you guessing here's a hint...

 

{bokeh, yes, that's very helpful. *smile*} 

well, to-day, the sky has determined not to be sunny and warm {as a good amount of Californian wintry days are}, but to be in the middle ground of grey; thus I shall go about my afternoon busying myself with crafts {for birthdays and Valentine's day} and other things of that sort. 

praying you are all experiencing a lovely day! 

love as always,

the girl in the garden. 

>>---postscript---> special thanks to my dear friends Camille, Sarah, and Gabby for sending the sweet notes and goodies to greet me when I returned. and of course the warmest of welcomes to my newest visitors to my garden walk! I am delighted to see you here, and pray you are inspired, refreshed, and encouraged by your visits amongst the flowers.  
>>---side note---> be sure to enter a delightful giveaway here @ unsinkable. 

of rainy afternoons and tea.

~ the rainy day ~ 

the day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

it rains, and the wind is never weary;

the vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

but at every gust the dead leaves fall,

and the day is dark and dreary.

my life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

my thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

and the days are dark and dreary.

be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

behind the clouds is a sun still shining;

thy fate is the common fate of all,

into each life some rain must fall,

some days must be dark and dreary.

 >> henry wadsworth longfellow 

xoxo,
the keeper of the garden. 

{images via pinterest}

waiting for the call.

from the desk drawer of a young dreamer...

I sit here... writing this upon my quilted bed. when I wish I was there.

my pen quivers as I write. the outdoor sky weeps. her tears slipping down my window's smooth glass face. I watch and listen in vain, when I wish I was there. drinking the crisp spring air, my heart soaring and breathing in the magic, savoring every breath.

when spring magic touches the earth springing up wildflowers. the trees whispering their secrets in the breeze rustling their boughs.

every time I steal a glance at the window, my heart aches to be there. for the silvery winter that melts into a beautiful spring in your meadows and mountains.

narnia. i breath. someday i will answer the call. i whisper. 

love as always,
the keeper of the garden. 

{images via pinterest}