March 1st

Friday, March 1st, 2019

I haven’t posted much about the girls in awhile, so here we are!

They aren’t fond of the snow, so they haven’t come out of their coop in a few weeks. I open their doors, but they gather on their front porch, look around, and turn back around. They choose to roost inside. Which I can’t really blame them, I try to keep everything shoveled, but it doesn’t take long until they’re breast-deep in snow.

However, this morning they did choose to come out for a bit. For just enough time to gather a light dusting of snow on their backs.

In February, we averaged 3 eggs a day so they’re still happy to lay, just not so enthusiastic about the snow.

July 8th

Sunday, July 8th, 2018

This man of mine is quite the treasure.

A few days ago, he was outside working on something when he poked his head back in the house.

“Court? Can you come here a minute?”

I put down whatever I was doing and walked over to our entryway to Paul’s face lit up with discovery.

He held out this tiny little feather between his fingertips: “Look what I found. It’s so small, it must be from one of the baby birds around our house.”

And then he handed it to me as a gift, turned around, and walked back outside to finish his project.

While you may be thinking “Ok, great. So what are you going to do with a feather?” Well let me let you in on a little something. Paul rarely buys me flowers or brings home a bottle of wine. He doesn’t write me love songs or pen poems, but I’ll tell you what he does do – he’s constantly gifting me with thoughtful gestures. This man looks for the little details he knows I’ll love, holds onto them, and shares them with me. And that means so much more to me than all of those other things ever could.

That feather is the equivalent of a bouquet of flowers for me. As a matter of fact, it’s been sitting on the centerpiece on our kitchen table ever since that day, and each time I see it it makes me smile. So today, I wanted to photograph it, as a reminder to myself that life isn’t always the big things, but the small things.

On a side note, I also loved the contrast between Paul’s rough fingertips and the delicate feather’s wispy features in this image.