Tuesday, August 25, 2015


Big, bright, beautiful summer.  I have perhaps indulged too much.  Too many yeses, too many why nots and too many well okays.  Too many times we've left the house in a messy rush for one festival, farmers market, road trip or careless whim adventure only to return to a home that felt burglarized.  Decaying dishes, windows with filth and muck, closets a crying shame of crazy and cobwebs outta control.  
Don't even look under the beds.

It's gone in the blink of an eye.  All this.


But it is possible that I have had too much summer.


Adrienne said...

Oh, the light. The splashes. The sparkles. Summer magic! {and I am not even a little bit ready for it to end...}

Carie said...

Not a chance of too much summer, there's plenty of winter coming for cleaning under beds!

dear olive said...

What glorious photos! Kellie xx