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As the end of the year approaches, I find myself looking back and finally gaining perspective on how fast life happens.  Sometimes when you’ve got your eyes so set on the prize, it’s hard to take a moment to really just enjoy what has happened instead of thinking about what’s next.   As I cherry-picked through little forelle pears and looked at which ones had the cutest bottoms, I finally had a moment where I couldn’t even believe I’d even gotten this far.  But, I am really happy that flowers found me this year.   I have the faintest idea of what’s in store for me for the coming year, but the monkey-puzzle that life gave me this year is a good indication that I shouldn’t ever expect anything normal. I am, however, thankful.  For everything that has happened to me this year, for the good people who held me up, and for you; still reading the jibber-jabber I have to say when life throws colossal lemons.    

As the end of the year approaches, I find myself looking back and finally gaining perspective on how fast life happens.  Sometimes when you’ve got your eyes so set on the prize, it’s hard to take a moment to really just enjoy what has happened instead of thinking about what’s next.  

As I cherry-picked through little forelle pears and looked at which ones had the cutest bottoms, I finally had a moment where I couldn’t even believe I’d even gotten this far.  But, I am really happy that flowers found me this year.   I have the faintest idea of what’s in store for me for the coming year, but the monkey-puzzle that life gave me this year is a good indication that I shouldn’t ever expect anything normal.

I am, however, thankful.  For everything that has happened to me this year, for the good people who held me up, and for you; still reading the jibber-jabber I have to say when life throws colossal lemons.    

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio   I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.    I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  

I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   

I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.