+[summer mornings mean...]+

Early morning escapes while the girls sleep in. Because who can bring beauty to the day unless they have held their own?

In MN I rode my pink cruiser a half mile down the road and planted myself beneath the sun to sip and soak before our summer mornings began. Now amidst jagged peaks and the scent of pine I'm finding a new seasonal morning groove. A quick, winding drive down the hill leads to a table in the sun for sketching, reading and Filling. It's Beauty I seek...to gather and bring back home. It's Beauty.

Because who can bring beauty to the day unless they have held their own?