Spring | It happens. Something, for some reason, presents itself unexpectedly.

Originally, I planned to write about a little handmade book I had just finished—a lovely piece I titled Kind Words. Heartfelt, relevant, needed.

As I viewed the photographs of the book to post, I came across this one. And I stopped. Romantic and dreamy—an image slightly out of focus. I was so drawn to it—these blushing garden roses that had been informally placed in a jar. They accompanied a note left behind by someone. (I was spending the day working in a friend’s farm kitchen.) This simple still life, photographed in such haste, imperfect and not styled, without hesitation became April’s posting.