up north

Over the weekend we took a quick trip up north to see about a house. And I was able to explore our new town for the first time. It may seem strange to say (given that I have spent a lot of time in Maine), but before Saturday I had never actually visited York. The sea shimmered under bright, sunny skies, and the lilacs were laden with purple blossoms. Maine at its best. No doubt we will spend many hours exploring this strip of coastline over the years, and the subtlety of the place will reveal itself slowly. But these first images are pure light and color.

This is how York greeted us.

time for a change

The gentleman has a theory that if doors keep opening, one should probably take that as a hint. Last week, one such door opened for us, bringing big changes to our little world. I am pleased to announce that the gentleman has been named the new Executive Director of the Museums of Old York, in York, Maine (I'm so terribly proud of him).

So, I think you can guess what that means ~ our time in Washington is quickly coming to close.

We are impossibly excited to be headed north, knowing that there will be bittersweet moments in the transition. There is so much to think about in the next month and I hope you'll excuse my necessary absence from this space. But, oh the adventures we'll have in Maine!

Here's to new beginnings. . .

wisteria

We went walking in Georgetown two sunday evenings ago. The sun was low on the horizon, and the sidewalks were littered with piles of pink cherry blossom petals. As we turned toward home I caught the sweet scent of wisteria and out of the corner of my eye, a glimpse of purple down a narrow alley. Upon closer inspection, we discovered a magnificent cascade of blossoms draped over a 20-foot section of wooden fence, growing wild and unchecked.

Spring things I am loving / coveting:

* this bangle
* this scarf
* some meadows
* and this delicious book (just arrived in my mail box)

Bon weekend!

P.S. I some BIG news to reveal soon.

pink and grey

There is something so poignant about those first brave signs of a northern spring, when the cold winter greys blush with the colors of a new season.

Here in Washington, the cherry blossoms have come and gone, the redbud too ~ and the lilacs have made an appearance. Yet, I am still sorting through my photographs from Scotland, fascinated by the subtle blue and grey hues. Spring is calling however, and I should forge ahead. So, next week: wisteria (and lots of it).

xo

chasing the blues

Blae, the Scottish word for blue-grey. The coolest of all colors.

A very happy Easter to those celebrating this weekend. And happy spring to all!