1. Mother's Day hummingbird feeder.
2. Our sweet little chrysanthemum is in full bloom!
3. Mother's Day cupcakes.
4. Please, please make lemon curd and then spread it on any food item that you believe it would taste remotely good on.
5. Mother's Day card-making remnants.
6. I can't. Just way too cute. And recently nicknamed Emperor of Cuteness.
7. Tibetan Prayer Flags.
Hello, friends! Look, I exist! I know I dropped off the face of the blogosphere for quite some time. I can hardly believe it, but I am a college graduate, folks! ...And it feels quite weird. As Jeffrey and I drove back into our college town after some time spent at home (I am here taking summer classes for the start of my Master's program), I felt like I didn't go to my university anymore, which sounds silly, but felt extremely odd. I didn't really expect to feel much different since I was going straight from undergraduate to graduate work, but I did feel a bit out of place.
Transitional periods are so weird, aren't they? Almost like you're floating above a pool of water and just waiting to be dropped into it with no warning whatsoever. And I've mentioned before that I am wildly sentimental, so this period of time has made me feel hypersensitive to everything. Just after graduation, Jeffrey and I headed home for the short summer break I was given and it was nice to regroup and spend time in my house, where I feel deeply rooted and safe.
For the first time in my life, I've realized how fleeting time really is. Four years of college slipped through my fingers and I can't believe it's been such a long time since I moved into my tiny dorm room with a roommate I did not know, hardly aware of what college would give to me. Sometimes people say that they wish they could stop time, which was a desire I never really understood. Until now. It's shocking to me how fast these four years flew.
Anyway, enough of that talk. The weather in Florida has been absolutely lovely. Some people really don't like Florida summers because it's sunny one minute and then raining the next, but there's nothing I love more than an afternoon rainstorm, so I'm soaking it all up. xo, R.