If

 If I were a gemstone, I'd be a pearl

 If I were a scent, I'd be subtle floral woodsy

If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be tall, rustic boots

If I were the weather, I'd be 70, dry, and sunny

If I were a facial expression, I'd be an amused smile

If I were a time of day, I'd be early evening

If I were a month, I'd be September

If I were a place, I'd be Florence, Italy

If I were a liquid, I'd be kombucha

If I were a taste, I'd be peanut butter and chocolate

If I were a sea animal, I'd be a sea horse

If I were a food, I'd be butternut squash risotto

If were a color, I'd be warm brown

If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a piano

If I were a flower, I'd be peonies

If I were a song, I'd be Chopin's Nocturne (Opus 72)

If I were a planet, I'd be Neptune

If I were an object, I'd be a camera

If I were a fruit, I'd be raspberries

If I were a day of the week, I'd be Sunday

Togetherness

Yesterday I spent the day with some good friends and their kids (which made me miss mine like crazy, gah!).  I think it was some of the best food I've ever eaten, including the pies made from scratch that morning by one of the lovely houseguests.  I am so grateful for having been with these people!

I had a stroke of inspiration that morning and created a base "Give Thanks" scrapbook page and enough cards for each of us to write what we were thankful for.  I combined them into this collage with pictures, which is now featured in my kitchen's 12 x 12 dynamic frame!  So festive.

I'm off to stay productive on this bonus holiday...some of the things on my to do wishlist:

• put up Christmas tree
• edit two photo sessions
• finish looming travel (and etc) paperwork
• drink some delicious coffee
• work on a bonus, personal, for-fun collage
• watch a movie
• vacuum the house

How many hours are in this day again?  Good thing there's still two weekend days ahead!

Blessings to you, friends. xo

just go with it

Josie, at 4 days old

spontaneous baking 

is any day better making 

just like photo taking 

sends boredom in its boots shaking 

an uninspired life forsaking 

is feeling fear and quaking 

running from all faking 

and flaking 

a heart for realness aching 

the children, me so early waking 

hope on the creator's goodness staking 

free from shame and blame breaking 

afraid no more of my mistaking

I started this poem with the first two lines before I started counting syllables and realized I was already one too many on each line for a haiku.  Then I decided I would add a line and just do my own version of a haiku, but as I pulled up a list of "words that rhyme with baking" I couldn't stop!  It was fun. And a bit silly. (which is likely why I like it.)


In other news, I love photographing newborns! The stillness and peace is perfection to me.