Smooth seas make lazy sailors.

The magic hour at Iron Pier Beach, NY

“Don’t expect the puppets of your mind to become the people of your story. If they are not realities in your own mind, there is no mysterious alchemy in ink and paper that will turn wooden figures into flesh and blood.”


~Leslie Gordon Barnard

A crisp autumn breeze caught her red curls and played with them about her flushed cheeks as she leaned on her bike. Wistfully she looked up, her memories flooding back to when he helped her build a fort in that beautiful tree and later he hung a swing from the most horizontal branch. Their childhood blossomed into a love that rooted deeply in all they had done and enjoyed together as children and then young adults. She soon learned that she preferred him to push her on the old swing than work alone, and it was much more pleasant to read to him aloud than silently to herself. One beautiful memory lead to another and tears started to flow as she let her mind wander to goodbyes in a train station, a handsome young man, dressed in uniform, holding her closely. " I'll be back. Before you know it, I will be back, and we'll be married under that old tree."

All I want is a peaceful life, a loving family and warm home to come home to...is that too much to ask?

Pumpkin Paradise!
Day 3

Pumpkins are grown on every continent except Antarctica.
Which makes quite a bit of sense considering, oh you know, Antarctica is a 24/7 icy tundra.

Goodnight❤❤❤

Busy Baby!😂

So unapologetically chaotic.
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