coming up roses.

ten years ago my dad reached remission after a seriously tough battle with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. he entered the winter of 2001 with his head as bare as the trees and his skin as grey as the december sky. needless to say, while he was indeed the same man, this was a side of him i'd never seen. but...in the nick of time and right on par with the seasons, spring brought a breakthrough in his diagnosis - just when my whole family needed it most. his eyelashes and brows began to sprout like the azaleas and on my visits home from college, i watched color and strength return to both the backyard and my father. i've vowed to never forget that feeling of hope returning. everything appeared new again, diminishing all signs of what that winter had brought. it was truly a spring like no other and since then that's how each one has been for me.

this quote sums up that spring in 2002 as well as how i still feel today. it'll never cease to amaze me that just when i've almost forgotten what sun feels like, how bright green grass is or how fragrant flowers are, spring swoops in proving it does in fact still exist and nothing has ever been quite so sweet.

get up, get out

it's officially spring and the weather these past few days couldn't be more fitting.

i'd like to say i've been waiting all winter for today, but the truth is, we were blessed with a rather mild last three months. of all the seasonal transitions, i love this one the most. i love watching things come back to life after a few months of winter and i find it always awakens a bit of myself as well.

i'm a "stop to smell the roses" kind of gal and this time of year, that's exactly what i do. for me, it's a sensory/memory overload:

• the daffodils remind me of my grandma beale's garden from my childhood
• the morning birds take me back to my quiet home in NC (which i'll happily be visiting in just a few weeks!)
• the lighter spirits during cocktail hour conjure craziness of spring breaks past
• and most of all, that extra hour of light reminds me to not just get out, but stay out to enjoy it all.

when i first moved up north, i wasn't aware of what a HUGE deal spring was until i went through my first winter. i'd always taken the pollen-soaked 75-degree march days in NC for granted. but now i see that spring is a calling, a begging almost, to come back to these places of life - wherever and whatever they may be for you. and each year, on this day, i gladly return.

*for you, a favorite that always reminds me of my last spring in NC

sick for the big sun

the next two days are big, BIG ones for e. and because of that, they are for me too. after 2.5 months of endless studying (on top of a full-time job) he'll be sitting down to endure hours of the Mass bar - good luck e!

e's had his fair share of big, BIG days over the last few years and i'm so very proud of him for it. i knew this life partner of mine was a pretty amaze person and it's been cool to see him get publicly recognized for it by others as well. i have no doubt that these recognitions will continue far into our years together.

in other news, this winter's been one for the books. i don't think i'm quite in the clear to talk about it yet, as i fear that as soon as i mention these mild winter days, we'll be bombarded with a devastating snow storm at the end of march. so i'll just hang on to the details until my annual spring post! we've got a busy month planned with visits and general life catch up, and while i appreciate the extra day this february offers, i don't think i'll have the time to give it much notice. it's funny how this day, that's been about five years in the making, seems to have crept up on us. and it's crazy that, already, another spring is in sight.

slipping into spring.

today i have a little spring in my step. while it's not particularly sunny outside (ok...it's down-right grey) it's plenty warmer than our last few days and there's a fierce wind blowing. while i like to think it's sending away the last signs of winter, i also can't help but feel it stirring up something inside of me.

call it an impatience for the final push into warmer weather.
or maybe a little excitement for all the fun that's to come over the next few months.
or maybe, just maybe, it's a little nostalgia.

exactly one month from today, e will finish up with law school. and i am yet again asking a question i ask almost every post on this blog: where oh where has the time gone? as i sit and think about this (almost daily) i once again must remind myself that it feels like it's flown so fast because we've done such a great job at focusing on the now. with all the things to think about in the future...where will we go, how will we get there and what will we do when we arrive...isn't it just great to look back?

and to be honest, looking back on my two previous springs in new england is exactly what excites me to look forward. while i know in my mind that there will be many more shall we say, brisk, temps ahead, i know in my heart those days will be behind me before i can even blink.
so, despite this grey, drizzly, windy day, i choose to bask in its warmth.

wading through winter

and when your strife strikes at your sleep,
remember spring swaps snow for leaves.

-mumford + sons

february may be the shortest month, but it sure does take forever to get through. waiting for march 1 right now feels like i'm six years old all over again waiting for santa clause to come.

this warmer weekend we've been promised is much needed. as the piles of snow begin to slow.ly. melt, the sidewalks + streets flood with water and my selection of suitable shoes is limited even more.

this being my third year up here, i'm well aware that the turn into spring is much further away than march 1. but a gal can dream for sure.

a spring fling.

on my run yesterday i was surprised with budding trees, little flower shoots from the ground + the warm sun shining on my face. welcome, spring - i love you!

i was remembering last year + how the season crept up on me while i was preoccupied with trips to nc, work + wedding planning, and i got excited knowing that i'd easily be able to track the season's stages this year.

two winters down, one to go - not that anyone's counting. but it's one of the things i'll miss most about new england: just when you think you can't stand the cold, the rain, the grey, spring shows up. and just like that, you forget all the nights in by the fire, all the layers you wore for months + all the words you made up to curse the freezing temps. i thought of how this paralleled with my life + was immediately thankful for the "springs" that i've experienced at all the right times.

looking forward to celebrating with egg dyeing, a picnic in the sun, catching up with friends and finally (after the seemingly-endless 40 days + 40 nights) SWEETS!

happy spring to YOU!

how sweet it is.

one of the many reasons i love cambridge so much is that i always find little treasures here + there just hanging out, right on the corner, waiting for me to scoop them up. i'm sure it's like this in most cities, "one man's trash..." sort of thing. but i feel i've been especially lucky as our apt is littered with these gems i often take in like stray cats + fix up.

after lunch with a good friend, i wandered by a table of used books + records in harvard square. in a matter of minutes i had picked up this puppy.
i'm enjoying listing to sweet baby james this afternoon. thinking of spring days + friends in carolina but all the while, certainly enjoying mine up here.