Subtle Flutters Beginnings
Subtle Flutters 29/Subtle Flutters
A photograph of a Postman Butterfly.
Do you ever think back on the start of a journey that you didn't even realize was going to be a life-changer for you? Let me take you on a little trip back to when I first discovered the wonder of Butterfly Wonderland!
My official photographic journey with butterflies started back around five years ago when Myles, my son, had a field trip to Butterfly Wonderland, and my very young daughter, Violet, and I got to go along. To say it was magical would be a complete understatement. If you have never been there I would highly suggest taking a trip if you can. From the moment I walked through the doors into the conservatory, I could feel the weight of troubles of everyday life being lifted. The conservatory is like a mini rainforest with higher humidity, the waterfall, the koi pond, and plants everywhere you look. While you are soaking in this bit of paradise that is when you see all of the different types of majestic butterflies dancing from flower to flower, it is just amazing!
After that field trip, I became an annual member and Butterfly Wonderland quickly became my getaway and a little “me time” place. I would go up and spend a couple of hours soaking in the beauty of the butterflies, relaxing and photographing. I can’t tell you how much I love my visits there and I look forward, every time, to the next time I get to go back!
A Tiny Joy
What is something tiny that brings great joy? This is a question that I asked myself while I was sitting in the car waiting to pick up my kids. I was interested in challenging myself to think of something that brought me great joy. I chose a small item to think about something that could be often overlooked, however, held great significance to me.
There are some tiny little forget-me-not flowers (Myosotis scorpioides) that grow at our family cabin in Minnesota. Each year I am excited to go searching for these little guys and to photograph them. These blue blooms are so tiny and delicate.
These flowers bring great joy, not only because they are beautiful, but because they make me think of my parents. Way back when, before I existed, when they were dating they would write each other letters. My dad would often include a little forget-me-not in his letter to my mom. So these tiny flowers hold my attention, not only because of their beauty but also because of the part they played in my parents' relationship.
I challenge you to also think about this question, is there something tiny that brings great joy to your life? I would love to hear your story as well!
Once Upon a Local Nursery
Decadence/Mystical Allure
A photograph of an Iceland Poppy.
Once upon a time was this independent flower nursery that I would stop at almost every week. I loved going to this nursery, first, because they had an amazing selection of flowers, succulents and they had fantastic metal flowers and plants (which I love because they never die!) Second, I loved shopping at this nursery because it was a small local business and I love supporting other small businesses.
This was one of my favorite places to stop at and browse through to find what would be my new flower this week. One of the flowers that I love so much, I fell in love with at this nursery. Of course, I had seen Iceland Poppies before but watching the bees doing their dance and flitting from flower to flower, this is where I really fell for their beauty.
Sadly, my favorite little shop is no longer there. They have been bought out by a much bigger company and it just doesn’t have the same feeling as before. I am thankful for the fun memories of Violet asking every time we passed by if we could stop and get some new flowers, check out a couple of our adventures below, and for the fantastic flowers that they provided. Things are always changing…
But we are living happily ever after having discovered fun flowers and great memories!
Bringing home the goods with the Iceland Poppies.
Flower date with my girl!
Bookmarks Freebie!
The newest freebie art for you to brighten up your books!
Happy first day of fall!! Temperatures are dipping down into the 90s here in Arizona. You can tell a big difference in the mornings and evenings with it cooling off. I love this time of year where it cools down at night and so we can have the doors open for some fresh air.
I'm super excited to share my newest freebie with you guys! I have created printable bookmarks to share with you, my friends. I love books and the feeling of comfort I have when I open up the newest book.
May these bookmarks give you some positive reminders every time you open your book!
Memories
Memories/Growing Old
Memories
The simple act of handing someone a flower can stick in your memory like glue. All throughout my childhood, we had a variety of rose bushes growing in our yard. Often my dad would pick one and bring it to my mom or to one of us girls. Those times that my dad would bring in a rose especially for me always made me feel special.
Last spring my husband, Bryce, took our daughter, Violet, to her first Father/Daughter dance. He thought ahead of what would be a great memory for her and he picked out a pink rose, her favorite color, for their special night. Because she sees that I save all of the flowers, to photograph, she asked me to photograph her rose.
This is the importance of love and making memories.
Getting her hands dirty!
Getting her hands dirty!
My little girl is the cutest little girl who loves pink, princesses, pink, mermaids, twirling as she walks, pink, and anything that can be considered girly. She is also the girl who will willingly covers her hands AND feet with paint to make art, makes mud pies, and can build and plant a garden with the best of them.
At the start of the pandemic, Violet decided that she wanted to build her own space for a garden. She picked out the place and cleared it on her own, we then built the wall together and filled it up with fresh soil. She lovingly planted the seeds while each day she would go out to water, and check on her plants. Outside time was one of the things that kept us going at the beginning of the pandemic. That feeling of having your hands in the soil just really connects you with the earth and it gives a wonderful freeing feeling of not being on a computer all day.
These are her little hands, holding the delicate white flowers, covered in dirt while we explored the outdoors while we were camping. I love these extremes and that all of these different personalities are wrapped up in one feisty little girl! It is such a wonderful thing to know that she, and any of the rest of us, can love being more than one type of person!
No Place Like Home
No Place Like Home
Dorothy, from The Wizard of Oz, said it right, there truly is no place like home. I have been thinking a lot about home since the loss of my mom.
The other day I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Harry Potter and the Sacred Text, in each episode, I find something new that I learn or even just something that I truly enjoy and have that moment of, yes! In one of the recent episodes, they were discussing the theme of Home. What is home, what makes us feel at home? Is it the physical location or is it something else?
I’m sure that many of us know our answer to that question without having to really think about it. What the hosts of that podcast suggested for an answer to the question of what is home was that home is not a place but a moment. When I heard that I jotted a note down and just sat there really letting that sink in.
Honestly, that is how I feel and have felt but to hear someone else say it was amazing. I needed to hear that to process more of what we, my whole family, are going through. And, it’s the truth, right? Our physical homes are certainly a place where you can feel relaxed, it is where you have your things, where you can be yourself with nobody watching. But as I think about the times that I feel “at home” it isn’t the physical home that I think of. It is the people and the memories that are wrapped up in that feeling. For me, it is the moment of playing pirates up at the top of trees, the rich taste of your favorite childhood ice cream, the feeling of your child’s hand reaching up to be held, or being held by the ones that you love.
What I have found is that home is the feeling of the people you love and love you.
My Mom
My Mom
How do write a post about one of the most important people in your life? How do you say goodbye to someone who has always been there? My mom, one of my best friends, left us suddenly on July 30, 2020, and every day since has just been a series of figuring out life without her. I miss her so much and just wish I could talk to her. I wish I could tell her all of the little things that have been going on and talk to her about all of the big things, as well. My mom has always been there and always available for me to call. I can’t believe that she is gone and now we only have memories.
It is the little traditions that I have come to count on, without even knowing it, that tug on my heart. Walking into Costco and not being able to call and see if she needs me to pick anything up. Or like tonight, the night before Myles’ birthday, wanting to call and recount the story of Bryce and I calling my family, who had just arrived in Minnesota, to tell them my water broke, seven weeks early, and that I was on my way to the hospital. I can hear my mom getting choked up and telling me how nervous she was. I remember her telling me how the whole house was up all night worrying about the three of us. And now I have to create a new tradition and hold those memories of our old tradition close to my heart.
I have spent a lot of time, over the last couple of weeks, thinking about what a wreck this year has been. 2020 has been a struggle for all of us. I don’t like this year at all but I have managed to find a silver lining to it. First I’ll explain that for the last eight or so years the kids and I have gone to visit my parents on Fridays and when both the kids were in school I went to visit on my own. Now back to 2020, like many families we have been home since March. We made the choice to stay away from everyone so that we could continue to see and help my parents. (We didn’t want them going to stores or out in public where they would be around the coronavirus.) Because of this, it made it where the kids and I were going up to see them more often than just our weekly visits. My silver lining to the quarantine is that my kids got to spend three months’ worth of Fridays with their Gramma that they wouldn’t have if this year hadn’t turned out the way that it did.
I love my mom and miss her so very much.
Peonies - A Poem By Mary Oliver
A poem about peonies.
I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Harry Potter and the Sacred Text, where they were talking about a poem that one of the podcasters loves about peonies. I loved the way that Mary Oliver describes the way that the peonies “bend their bright bodies and tip their fragrance to the air, and rise, their red stems holding.” These lines really spoke to me about the peonies. I can just imagine peonies out in a field, at sunset, with the light bouncing off of them and their soft fragrance gently in the air.
I have loved pink peonies for a long time, they are so decadent and the petals are so full, soft and beautiful! I had wanted to photograph a peony for so long, don’t ask me why I never did before because there was no real reason, and last year I finally picked some up! They were just as wonderful as I imagined and expected them to be!
Well, you know me, just having photographed them when they were living wasn’t enough for me! I saved those beautiful flowers, dried them, and put them away until I could photograph them for the series Growing Old. While we have all been home, in quarantine, I pulled out many of the dried peonies and photographed them. Plumage is the result of that photography session!
It makes me long for peonies this year and question if we will be seeing them in grocery stores when we venture out.
Enjoy this beautiful poem and, if you have time, tell me what your favorite part was as well.
Peonies by Mary Oliver
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
from New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver
© Mary Oliver
In Quarantine
What is getting me through quarantine?
Throughout this quarantine time, I have found that there are things that I need, lots and lots of coffee (like is it noon yet so I can have my afternoon coffee?), and there are things that I don’t need as much as I once thought, like going to the store just to get out. While I miss the freedom of just being out and doing my own thing I am finding joy hanging out in the backyard by myself and having a little bit of just me time.
I have come to believe that there are never enough flowers and plants in my life. As Arizona was starting the official quarantine I realized that many of my flowering plants weren’t actually flowering, and how during a time like this, where we would all be staying home together, that I would probably need a bit of a mental break and would really want flowers to photograph. Thankfully, the weather is still nice and there are many wildflowers that just popped up (my dad always calls those volunteers) in my backyard. In the evening I have been going out to photograph them in the beautiful golden hour sunlight.
This is what is getting me through this quarantine, flowers in the evening! What is getting you through this time at home? Are you leaning on previous skills and hobbies or are you learning something new?
