It's Goodbye

I dream all winter of  spring's cold touch against my cheek.


Of muddled sunshine warming earth and bringing hope.

Of landscapes bursting with shapes and shadows and life.

And when it emerges, I crave to imitate its relentless gusto, 

my senses alive and my soul thankful.

How quickly this beauty morphs into summer warmth and bountiful harvests.

Laden boughs bequeath their gifts with outstretched arms.

I  linger in these seasons,

allowing blue sky backdrops and paint palette blossoms to become my studio.
It is here that I create

with serrated petals and crooked stems...

 in the midst of low lying fogs and lagging sunsets.

 And in the blink of an eye

 the seasons shift once more , and autumn is upon us. 

I shed a tear for what I have loved, and for all it has meant.

  I revel in the beauty, the generosity, the lessons I have learned.


Healthy Eating-Sign Up Today!

  • Ok so I had such fun introducing this last summer! Who wants to join me again....or for the first time? 
  •  What's this all about? Next week, Monday - Friday,(August 21-25) I am going to eat super healthy at all meals. ( including snacks)
  • I am going to eat fresh eggs, and as many organic fruits and veggies as I can get my hands on. 
  • It's not a specific "diet", just super healthy eating.
  •  I would love to have you all join in. Your healthy may be different than mine! But that's ok!
  •  I grow lots of veggies and look forward to getting creative with recipes!
  • My hope is that we can share to the hashtag #fivedaysotf , this would be on INSTAGRAM,  showcasing healthy recipes and encouragement.
  •  If you'd like to join in, leave your name below, or on my original post @princesnowfarm on Instagram!!! ( and P.S. : I'm not giving up my morning coffee😉) follow along at @princesnowfarm
  • Hopefully we will feel so great after five days, that we will continue to follow healthy habits!


Summer Walk

A friend and I have been taking LONG walks together once a week this summer.
Typically we walk on a bike path surrounded by dense trees and abundant wildlife.

This particular day, we walked on the bike path and then meandered through the town of Fairhaven.

We ended up at Fort Phoenix,  a fort from the Revolutionary War era.

It is located  where the New Bedford and Fairhaven harbors merge.

Even if you have lived in this area your entire life, as I have, there is something remarkable about this place...a feeling that emanates from the stone paths and steel blue waters.

 One can only contemplate the bravery of those who waited to protect our land and freedom as the British invaded. The original fort was destroyed in 1778; however it was rebuilt and aptly given its current name of Fort Phoenix, named after the bird of Greek mythological origin who was regenerated or reborn. 

We were just in time to see a fishing boat heading out to sea. I thought about the crew, and the time they would spend away from their family. Living here in coastal Massachusetts, I have always had family or known friends who fish for a living...but at that very moment,  I felt something different, a compassion for their absence and dedication, a curiosity about the journey itself.

As we headed back, I realized that these weekly walks are more than just an attempt at fitness, or time with a friend.

They are a time to connect on a deeper level with the world around us, the place we have "landed".

They are the time the ordinary becomes the EXTRAORDINARY.


I Promise

It's summer break. And this teacher is celebrating. I am celebrating 25 years of teaching middle school. Complete. Along with hormones (theirs and mine), an endless stream of changes....mostly for the better, and a forward vision that cannot be contained.

I'm sitting here alone this morning, every possible window thrown fast to the sky. The ocean breeze must be perfectly southeast today, its lingering salty thickness fills my nostrils and invades every open space, (although several miles away). I welcome it with a milky coffee and a pair of petite gluten free muffins.

 I revel silently in the quiet of the kitchen, absorbing all that summer brings and means. It is planning and dreaming and hoping. It is a garden just planted, laundry to be hung, a house to be willingly cleaned and organized.

Summer has always felt like a friend lifting an unnoticed weight from my shoulders. Not a burden. Just a heaviness that carries with it too few hours of sleep, and a jumbled brain.

This new freedom sparks my creative side. I long to tug the color from the not yet ready flower blossoms. For now I will be content with their amazing structure and late afternoon shadows.

I look around at rooms filled with filtered sunlight and indulge in the dappled glow that I miss on early to school mornings. I pretend I am a stay at home mom, and coddle two teens a bit more than needed...or wanted...

I also sit here with regret. Regret for summers past...ones where my planning came up short... or my dreams became murky and lost.

So today I make myself a promise, one that only the ocean air and I will know...a promise to just live life this summer. A promise to feel joy or exude kindness. A promise to explore and listen and love. A promise to be patient with myself and to let some things go. A promise to write, write, write, to conquer the stack of books by my bedside and to carry my camera everywhere. A promise to head to the beach at least one a week (even if the house is a mess), to walk for pleasure and to eat healthy, yummy meals from the garden. A promise to not look back with regret...rather to look forward with hope.

It's summer break!!!!!



Drip. Drip. Drip. I stood at the foyer door looking out over the wave of ferns and lush green maples. The sound is what caught my attention first. A steady drip from the gutter onto the leaves of a large potted rose below. A rose waiting to be planted in one of the gardens down the hill. Yet here I was again, surrounded by gray skies and plump drops falling in an endless stream. 

I have been patient. I have been hopeful. I have stood in knee high boots with hair plastered to my face and cold, damp, goose bump covered arms coveting a fleece blanket. (Or perhaps something steaming hot with an indulgent shot of Bailey’s). I have let the drops encircle me for a bit…doing their own rain dance of sorts as I tried to tuck at least one bed with seeds. 

Yet here I stand as skies fade from pale pewter to charcoal, nose pressed hopefully to panes of leaded glass. My world has become a jungle of leaves and blades and petals, shades of green from a Crayola box morphing into an eye-catching scene from Van Gogh’s Irises, although absent is the sunny backdrop.

The rain has forced me to stop and contemplate a moment in time that otherwise would have been forgotten, if not nonexistent. A brief flicker of time spent enveloped in one’s own senses. Overpowered. Overcome. Overjoyed. Forever grateful.


Garden Book Giveaway!

Win Floret Farm's beautiful garden book!

This is an UNSPONSORED giveaway!

As a flower grower, I appreciate EVERY ounce of assistance that Erin and her team have given to those of us pursuing our dreams!  This giveaway is a thanks to Erin!

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(one copy of the book will be given away)



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