Magical Evenings

It has been an extremely busy and exciting couple of weeks here in the world of RT Events & Creative Design! It has been quite fun watching these events unfold and come to life after much planning and designing. Check back this week for pictures of this lovely shower.

photo credits: {studio 317}

Happy as a clam.

I am really excited for this shower on Saturday. We are busy little bees around here getting ready. :) Happy Friday to all. I hope you have a delightful weekend.

tranquility.

Wouldn't this be a rad backdrop for a wedding? With just a simple table full of candles right in the middle of the pathway. Amazing.

beauty.

beautiful golden wheat.


sweet little bird prints. i couldn't help it.


the baby almond trees. they are not such babies anymore.

My choice inspiration.

Nature. There is nothing that compares to the beauty and splendor in Gods creation besides God himself. I am continually awed at his glorious creation, and yet it can be so easy to live everyday without noticing the beauty that surrounds us. I have purposed it in my heart to to see this beauty in the every day of my life. Some people may not notice the little birds outside who visit our birdhouse, but to me I find inspiration and passion from those small little beings who are so thankful for the seed we have provided.

I was again awe-struck by the incredible scenery when James and I went out to his parents ranch several weeks ago. Although it is only 3o minutes away from here, it feels like we are hours away from the busy life of "home" while we are there. The serenity and stillness is indescribable. And I am certain that I could possibly hear God speak when i am there. I am thankful for these incredible sanctuary's that describe God so perfect. So peaceful. So majestic. So loving. So beautiful.

This past weekend was busy and fun with a beautiful baby shower and this upcoming weekend should prove to be quite similar with a fun wedding shower. I hope to post pictures of both soon, but I anticipate being just as busy this week as I was last. So for now, I bring you some of the images from my in-laws ranch that stir my heart and mind with inspiration, love and a desire of searching out beauty.

Check it off.

I finished yet another project last week when I mailed off these custom thank you cards to a dear reader of the blaaahg. Oh I just love crossing things off the list. :) Can you guess what these little cards are for...? No? Ok, ok, they are thank you cards to those who made donations for the marathon she and her husband will be running in August. Isn't it sweet she is sending thank you cards to all her donors? I thought so.

Salt. Limes. Delicious.

Oh I wish I could say I would be sipping one of these tonight...or even right now for that matter. But no can do. What am I doing? Oh, that's right. I am writing a paper. And then another paper. And then two short essays. And then a weekly summary. What an exciting Cinco de Mayo. Last year we were having a Fiesta at our house with pinatas, giant size candy bars, and of course, delicious Mexican food with lots of fun friends. This year husband is at EMT class, while I am home at my never-ending "couch" class. (We are finally out of stats, on to Computer Processing). Someone please have a Salty-Limey-Delicious margarita for me. :) Happy Cinco de Mayo.

Childhood Memories

James took a different route as we were driving to the store last night. We passed some older houses with more established landscaping than we are used to in our freshly-hatched neighborhood. We drove past one house in particular, which had several striking violet-blue iris plants. I instantly found myself reminiscing about a silly yet beloved childhood memory; one I had not thought about for years, perhaps since I was a little girl. I am not quite sure where the tradition started (maybe my mom made it up), but every year on May Day I would pick fresh flowers from my mom’s beautiful garden. I would put them in a vase, leave them on a random neighbor’s doorstep, and then I would ring the door-bell and run as fast as my little legs could run.

I am pretty sure this is one of my favorite traditions ever; and one I will continue to carry on now that I have recalled it. Can you imagine opening your front door on a lovely spring afternoon to the site of freshly picked flowers? I think the finest element to the whole thing is the mysterious anonymousness. Who left these beauties on the door-step? A cute little curly-q, toe-headed girl? I love May Day now and will never let it go by without out some fresh violet-blue iris’.