I love quick weekend getaways! I especially love them when they involve a good friend, a beautiful drive with the top down, and a wine festival at a vineyard not too far away.
Naturally, we had to take some time wandering the town before jumping back on the road...and who wouldn't want to?? This place is adorable! Granted, our time was cut short when the generosity of others was interrupted with a "I done seen y'all" from the parking lot attendant when we tried to present an already purchased parking slip. Oh well...
On the way out of town, we stopped at a local coffee shop for some caffeine and browsing.
Not the best picture, but this is definitely one of my favorites:
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
The Biltmore Gardens
There really is something that whispers to my heart during these transitional months. Perhaps it's the gentle reminders of growth, beauty, renewal, & rebirth all around. Perhaps it's the forgotten childhood memories that reappear as the smells and sounds of spring touch my senses. Or perhaps it's the gatherings of friends and family celebrating the new season.
Whatever it is, I love its whisper.
A few days ago, I was enjoying a fabulously lazy day of reading when I heard its whisper. Suddenly distracted by a breeze that discovered my open windows, I found myself face to face with sweet scent of honeysuckle wafting through my room. Within moments, I was back twenty years running through woods, climbing trees, and scavenging honeysuckle nectar for my toy horses. I grinned at the memories of wading through creeks, catching tadpoles, or building my "super secret" fort right off the trail in my back yard. (Apparently, it was the most indestructible fort in the neighborhood, but I think I have an overprotective, big brother to thank for that =)
Oh, to have the innocence and mischief of those days....
Of course, by this point in my reading, I decided that it was time to close the book, go out to enjoy the weather...and find some honeysuckle.
My Back Yard
Luckily, the fence next door provided a surplus =) Neighbors probably watched with curiosity as a 28 year old woman "ate" honeysuckle by herself for a good fifteen minutes. People could have wondered why I loitered along the side of an abandoned house picking small blossoms and discarding them repeatedly. I didn't care though--I was back in my childhood, soaking up spring, "eating" honeysuckle, and loving life.
Loving its new beginnings, its beauty, and the whispers of what is to come...
...and honestly, I'll probably do it again tomorrow =)
This word has become such a huge part of my life (and vernacular) recently. With each obstacle that presents itself, I find that I am stepping back and forcefully reminding myself to maintain perspective. I would like to say it's an easy reflex for me see the 'bigger picture', but unfortunately, that's not always quite the case. Some days, I fall into despair and questions of "what am I going to do next??" On others, I find myself feeling strangely calm knowing that He has me on a path that I am yet to discover.
Regardless, it can be frustrating...
However frustrating it can be, I have to remind myself of the daily blessings that are present. I'm thankful for Friday happy hours & Saturday coffee dates with girlfriends...and the amazing latte pictured above =) I'm thankful for the time I had today to reorganize my room. I'm thankful for the soreness I have from my boot camp (the fact I have to wake up in 5 hrs for a workout isn't quite such a blessing). I'm thankful for my friends. I'm thankful for those that love me. I'm thankful for His Truth.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault