I am so excited to offer this little treat to one lucky reader! It features my artwork…it’s a
And the exciting part is it has two parts! A vintage locket tied with a snippet of antique calico (adorned inside with little bits from my painting Honeybee Stories.) AND a sweet silver-toned vintage tin to match (with art also from Honeybee Stories.)
The inside of the tin contains the bee snippet clue from my last post.
To win my locket and tin, all you have to do is leave a comment here recalling your favorite spring memory. Yes, I have spring on my mind! And honeybees remind me of lush gardens, daisies and the smell of earth. Your memory can be about gardening, walking through the meadows, spotting little birds eggs, love…anything! On Friday, February 26th I will pull one random winner from my bonnet. Please, please leave a working email as well! PARTICIPANTS WHO DO NOT LEAVE A LINK TO THEIR EMAIL WILL NOT BE ENTERED IN THIS GIVEAWAY! Also, comments that are posted on the wrong entry (my “leave a comment” is UNDER the title at the beginning of the post, not at the end of the post) will not qualify.
Thanks so much and I look forward to hearing about SPRING!! The complete Honeybee Stories painting can be viewed in my shop.
I must admit that I’m a bit of a lurker, but enjoy your every post. Anyway I just have to try and win this lovely prize! Today there’s actually been sun and a little bit of warmth – making me too think of spring.
My favorite spring memory is from when I was a kid, walking in estate gardens just outside of Bristol. With my parents and brother, my dad always liked to point out the huge statue head of the green man, and I laughingly climbed over it. Anyway my dad said that I’d upset him.
Later on, I made somewhat of a wreath of flowers, placing them on my head. I think they got stuck and tangled and I later got a rash. My dad had no sympathy, just smiling knowingly.
What a lovely giveaway!
My favorite spring memory is sitting outside on a blanket enjoying the warm sunshine with my son when he was 9 months old. I can remember that day like it was yesterday – and my son is 9 years old now.
WOW, I can’t tell you how hard I’ll be crossing my fingers to win this one!! I have been seeing bees and honey references everywhere and been very inspired by them! My sister also gave me your Honeybee Stories print for Christmas, which I absolutely adore and had been wishing for.
My favorite memory of spring was just this past spring when I started my first herb garden. I would sit on my porch behind the flower boxes and sketch or read while the little seeds were growing and sprouting into yummy herbs that I’m now enjoying this winter in my hot tea.
Ok, off to find lucky talismans to rub and hold until the week is up and a winner is chosen! 🙂
PS have you seen the documentary The Last Beekeeper? Its very fascinating and eye opening. I think seeing that earlier this year has been whats inspired the bee and honey imagery in my mind so much.
Hi Sarah, I discovered your blog through your article in Artful Blogging. Your blog is beautiful – what a treat! I look forward to visiting again often. I live in Virginia, and we too have been smothered in snow! My favorite spring memory is the spring of 1989 when I fell in love with my husband. We were high school sweethearts and I had no intention of falling in love right before graduation. I was planning to sever all ties and re-invent myself in college. But God had other plans. That spring we spent hours sitting on my front porch talking, laughing and dreaming about the future until it way after dark. My parents used to flicker the porch lights to signal that it was time to call it a night. That was 21 years ago, and now we have two children who sit with us on our own front porch. Springtime takes me back to those pricless memories. Thanks for letting me ramble! Have a wonderful weekend,
Amy
How refreshing to think about spring! I love your art and this is a beautiful giveaway. My favorite spring memories are watching my girls when they were little hunt easter eggs dressed up in their little dresses. My oldest is getting married in july this year and my other is 14 so they no longer hunt them .
I absolutely love that necklace. So sweet. My favorite spring memory would have to be planting little flowers with my mother in her garden.
Thank you for an awesome giveaway 🙂
You have made me swoon once again. This is the most wonderfully delightful giveaway that I could ever dream of having the chance to win. Your Honeybee Stories print is one of my favorites.
As for my favorite Spring memory, I have so many, but the first one that popped into mind was back before my husband and I had gotten married. I have always loved the beautiful flowers that herald in the beginning of Spring, and one day as I arrived home from work, I opened my front door, and there to my delight was an apartment filled with gorgeous, cheery daffodils. It looked like he had found every daffodil in the county to fill my little abode. It was my own private Dr. Zhivago moment and it has held a very special place in my heart every since.
Thank you for such a delightful giveaway and for always filling my days with the beauty and inspiration that your art and your blog provide. Have a blessed Spring!
Warmly,
Michele
Oh, oh, oh! Count me in your giveaway please! I’m a fan of your work. You are such a good visual storyteller, Sarah.
Okay, favourite spring memory… Well, this is also a favourite family tradition as it falls on the Easter weekend – which for me is the holiday kickoff for spring.
For the last couple of years, my husband’s sister’s family from Canada spends the Easter weekend with us in New Jersey. They have two young daughters, ages 4 and 7, who look completely different from one another. Annabel is brunette with dark brown eyes and is a sensitive spirit. Her younger sister, Ellie, is blonde and blue-eyed and is a hurricane.
Last year, after the little ones and I made Easter cupcakes, we each made an Easter bonnet covered with spring flowers – crocuses, tulips, cherry blossoms – along with glittery butterflies and bumblebees.
The next morning, we drove into New York City to take part in the annual New York City Easter Bonnet Parade. It’s such a fun event! New Yorkers and visitors alike tumble out of their winter hibernation and onto 5th Avenue wearing the most ridiculous spring getups. We’re talking entire dresses made of peeps and giant spring bouquets balanced on heads. Alice in Wonderland showed up last year along with her father, The Mad Hatter. So did a man (at least I think it was a man) dressed as a topiary. There are drag queens with pink boas and elegantly-dressed older men with carrots tucked into their breast pockets. Everyone is in such a terrific mood, congratulating each other on our bonnets, asking one another to pose for the camera. The little ones loved it! Annabel surprised us all when she asked to pose next to a woman dressed as a giant cake and Ellie was in heaven riding her father’s shoulders over the walking, talking, laughing garden of flowery bonnets.
For me, that’s my favourite Spring memory. And we’re going to do it again this year – hurray!
Hi Sarah, what a lovely locket! I think that I guessed the right painting. 🙂 I don’t know that I have one favorite spring memory. But I will share what I do love about spring. It’s a time of renewal, when all the flowers come into bloom. Each year, I love watching the crocuses and daffodils and (my favorites) tulips starting to spring up in our yard. It was our tradition to plant new and exciting tulips each year (but we seem to have run out of room!). So, I watch for all the different varieties each year to blossom…reds, yellows, pinks, and whites. I love seeing the first robin in springtime, and I’m always eager to see if they continue to build their nests in the lilac bush right outside our back door. I like the cool nights, where I can still snuggle up in a cozy sweater or a blanket on the couch to read. And I enjoy going for walks on the many trails we have around here, drinking in all the springtime beauty.
Sincerely, Theresa
Beautiful items!
I think my favorite spring memory is attending Rutgers University and sitting on the lawn by Murray and Scott halls and reading. There’s so much energy and life and movement on a college campus in the Spring. I love and miss that kind of energy.
Hi Sarah. I always love reading your blog! Your artwork is inspiring! I can see that you need a little spring right now. One of my favorite children’s author/illustrators was Alvin Tresselt. Every year when my family of three children became desparate for spring I would read them his amazing book HI MISTER ROBIN! In his beautiful prose, Tresselt told the story of a little boy impatient for spring, who would question the little robin about when spring would arrive. The robin would show him where to look in nature for the signs of spring. The book begins”It was time for spring, but spring didn’t come” and ends with ” and they all walked in a new green world”. One spring, when my children had grown up, they gifted me with an e-bay copy of this book. Each spring, I have it on display for the neighborhood children who stop in. They all love the sequence of gray to spring pastel pictures. I wish I could send you, and all who are desperate for spring, a copy of this book. As an art teacher, I use it to inspire spring crayon resists with my fifth grades. Hang in there, spring will be here soon. Your fan, Brenda
*GASP* I love this! It is so beautiful. I think, if I were lucky enough to win your pretty honeybee locket, I MIGHT give it to my mom (if I could part with it!). She has always adored bees and has been somewhat of a honey snob; so much so that she’s been working on starting her own hive. Which, no doubt, would be a real treat.
I don’t think I could pick a single favorite part of or memory of Spring. It is undoubtedly my favorite season altogether. With all of the new life that comes after a long gray winter.. gosh. I can’t get enough of that energy and the inspiration it provides. Young colts, new birds, the crocus and bright green new leaves.. pussywillow and the thawing of creeks..the smell! I could go on and on and on!
To end, I appreciate the opportunity to win one of your lovely creations. Thank you Sarah!
Picking lady slippers with my grandmother
The locket and the tin are gorgeous! I love all the little detail you put into your work.
Spring makes me think of my grandmother and her lilac bushes in the front yard. Fresh bouquets of soft and dark purple lilacs adorned her dining room table and filled the house with the fresh scent of the season. Best part of spring!
How odd….all evening I’ve been sketching out a girl holding a big fuzzy bee….doodling bees, and hives….and now I stumble upon your giveaway! I should say that’s meant to be 😉
Ah, well, spring to me now has a new and lovely meaning. My girl was born march 10, 2007. Thats when the first daffodils start blooming around here….now I always associate her birth with the coming of a vibrant new season. I’m just hoping the flowers bloom as early this year…it has been so cold and snowy….
This is a lovely giveaway! I’ll hope my hardest that my name makes it out of the bonnet!
oh sarah sarah sarah!! i love it! oh the bees! i have to put this on bee haunting for sure! well, as for favorite spring memory i am not sure if i can narrow it down. it just seems to me that i am never really expecting it and suddenly it’s spring and i am in love. i just remember when my daughter was still a babe, a toddler even and spring was the time that we could finally come out of the house and just enjoy the outdoors, the grass, the flowers, the sun. that’s what spring is to me 🙂
My favorite memory of spring—the Easter egg hunts with the children—we used to have so much fun–I miss them being little. My favorite memory from when I was a child was going to Pacific Grove to see the monarch butterflies return—it was beautiful and amazing!
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My favorite Spring memory is from just a few years ago, the year I realized I actually like Spring… I’ve always been more of a Fall person, but I remember that time; there was still snow, and cold, and in a sense very much Winter still. It was early and I was heading to school, shivering in the cold despite the sun, waiting at the tram stop. The memory is fused into my body as well as my mind because I remember so vividly walking over to the bench to sit down, bracing myself for the sensation of the cold wood. And then I sat down, and even though it’s such a small thing I was almost shocked when I realized that the bench was already warm. That the sun had already managed to warm it despite the cold air. The small pleasures.
On a side note, what I’m longing for right now, though, is too hear birds again…
I love your work and what a fantastic give-away!
My favorite spring memory…. While taking a walk in April of 2001 my husband and I found a tiny kitten in a field. We brought her home and looked for her owner, but no one claimed her. She’s a happy member of our family today!
Hi Sarah . . I love your blog and your work . . it is so beautiful and magical. I have you bookmarked now. : )
It’s been a while since I’ve let my mind travel down this memory path, but here it is. . . It was during the Spring when I was 15 years old. The most beautiful boy I had ever encountered invited me to go horseback riding with him in the country near his home. His name was Clint and he lived about 100 miles away from me in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains. It was the most perfect boy-girl coming-of-age memory I have. Lovely ride with a young gentleman who offered some of the sweetest kisses I have ever known.
My memory comes from a time when I lived in Minnesota and seasons were extremely different. On this particular spring day, the skies were overcast, but not with grey winter clouds, but rather rich greenish storm clouds. After long, hard winters – where darkness dominates and life appears to be black and white, It is insanely refreshing to see the skeleton trees budding with little bits of green and budding the trees were! And surrounding those trees was vibrant newly born green grass overwhelming the the last few tiny spots of snow.
The rain falling had so much energy and life compared to the previous months filled with slowly falling fluffy snowflakes, waltzing to the ground. The lively rain had wet the wildly exposed tree bark; saturating it even further. What is so remarkable to me, that is to say, what I remember fondly about this particular spring day is the intensity and richness of the wet shiny green grass against the blackened tree bark beneath a green sky. The liveliness of the color after a long winter is like finding an oasis after stumbling for days in a desert with a drink of water. A refreshing memory that I hold on to dearly because it seems so amazing and full of life. The colors overwhelmed me.
oh, my…first off, lovely lovely locket – I absolutely love your art! and a favorite spring memory? that would have to be a recent one – glowy sunset evenings spent with my sweet niece playing in the mustard at our local educational farm.
What a beautiful giveaway, I love bees…. and honey 🙂
My favourite spring memory has to be the day my oldest daughter was born. After days with rain and clouds, the sun suddenly burst through all the grey and shined through the window in the hospital were I lay with my newborn daughter. She`s born on Easter Day, and we named her Tiril after the yellow flower Bird’s-foot Trefoil called tiriltunge here in Norway.
Lovely work… Spring?! It seems like this past year spring and summer never came; only chilly weather and snow snow snow… However, I remember the family orchard during spring time. Walking down the long rows of trees,smelling the blossoms on them, the honey bees buzzing in the hives ready to fly to the pollen… Use to also sit on the porch and watch the hummingbirds as we took turns with the crank to make homemade ice creams… *sigh* Those were the good ol’ days…
it may sound cliche, but it’s true.
i grew up on the high plains, which is almost a desert.
my favorite spring memory is learning that april showers REALLY DO bring may flowers!
i’ve loved the rain since.
What a lovely piece! The 8 foot tall sunflowers we planted one year.
I remember a winter some years back…. when the snow had started early in November and kept piling high. There was no January thaw that year and it was not until late April or was it early May that the ground turned brown again. The world had been white so long! The sight and smell of brown (and green) living earth was very unreal.Thank you for the beautiful post! ~Pamela
My best spring memory was last spring, when I first became a beekeeper. Getting the supplies and painting the hive body was all very exciting, but the most incredible day was introducing the bees to their new home. Their hive has been painted sky blue and is named Terpsichore, after the Muse of Dance. We have another hive named Urania, after the Muse of Astronomy…this year we hope to have more, but I digress! Three months later, we harvested our first honey. Those bees have taught me how to see the world with new eyes. I am forever changed!
Thank you for your beautiful blog and your artistry.
Your friend,
Juliette (Abeille a Miel) 🙂
ohhhh… the locket, like your artwork, and like your blog, is so magical!!!!! i cannot wait for the prints i’ve ordered to arrive to adorn my walls… and oh how special i’d feel if i could wear a little piece of your work in that lovely locket every day!
my favorite spring memory? i’m not sure if it is looking at your artwork that reminded me of this, but when i was little, my first crush was a boy named joey napalitano, and he was my older brother’s best friend. i must have been 8ish, and he 11ish. i was sooooo moony eyed over him. and one spring night, the night of the first fireflies, we were all out in my backyard, and i was chasing them and trying to catch them, all while swooning over joey. eventually my mom came out back and said i had to come in and get ready for bed – it was “well passed your bedtime young lady.” so i relunctantly and with a not-so-effective pout made my way inside. at some point between brushing my teeth and arriving to my bed, joey had filled a jar of fireflies and put them on my bedside table. i’ll never forget falling asleep listening to the hum of the little creatures, watching them blink, and dreaming of the day i’d be mrs. napolitano.
of course, we all know what happened to the poor little things by morning. and 25 yrs. later i’m still very much a miss, but that will alwasy be my warmest memory.
thank you for your art, for sharing it, and for inspiring backyard memories of the sweetest kind!
What a lovely blog! Found you in “Artful blogging”. You are truly inspiring! I will definitely follow this blog.
Now to the spring memory…
Hm….My birthday is in the spring and I have so many lovely birthday memories. When I was little I normally started the day with going out in the garden and talking with the birds, and they would answer me back (I lived by a lovely forest in Norway). And then I would run inside when my mom told me the bowl was ready to lick! One year she made me a beautiful butterfly chocolate cake.
Btw, if you translate “Butterfly” directly from Norwegian it is “Summerbird” (sommerfugl). I think that sounds pretty beautiful:)
Thank you for being you!
My favourite spring memory … ?
I must have several, but all could think of now is that day in London where I went to Hyde Park and there were crocuses, daffodils and snowdrops blooming everywhere …
And we saw little squirrels but also *bunnies* wandering about !
We admired the swans in the pond, walked ’till the Prince Albert Memorial (I am obsessed with Queen Vic & Prince Albert), wandered along the Serpentine then finished by seeing the Peter Pan statue …
Absolutely perfect day !
x x x
___mathyld___
Snowdrops in the melting snow……
Just lovely! =) I would have to say that my most memorable…maybe not favorite but then again it was a pretty cool experience….was when we hiked Old Rag in Sperryville VA in March. The weather was awesome home but the closer we got to the trail head the colder it got and the more snow that was on the ground. I was sick, so it just about killed me, but the views were breathtaking. We didn’t finish it since there is a large and dangerous rock scramble at the top and ice everywhere. But that just gave us the motivation to do it all over again! When we did it was in spring again…it snowed when we got to the top! strange. I’ll never forget either experiences on that mountain.
One of my best favorite memories of spring is taking my son out for a walk last spring, and having him say “Oh Mama! It smells so good! Is this what spring smells like?” He was two years old then, and we proceeded to talk about all of the different smells–fresh air, moist soil, new tiny flowers and buds on trees. It was a great outing, with the sort of exploration that only a 2-year old can direct. I learned a lot that day, and I am looking forward to doing it again: a beautiful spring morning walk with my now-3-year-old and his 6 month old brother. Spring can not come soon enough for us!
Thank you for the opportunity to win your locket and tin! It is very a gracious gesture, and the winner will be the luckiest person in town!
Happy Spring!
Yes, it´s so beautiful. I can almost hear the bee, smell of flowers and feel the sun warming my skin. I like the winter, but I long so much for spring now! (We’ve got plenty of snow here in Sweden this year!)
I remember one day late in Feburary when I was about 14-15, and there was still snow and ice on the ground, but the sun was (finally!) shining brightly and it started dripping from everywhere, birds sang … So me and my best friend put on nice dresses, leggigns and sandals and went out for a picnic in the park. Unfortunally the sun went down (as it tends to do every night) and it got cold, freezing cold. So perhaps we overdid it a little, but the feeling of spring coming and winter finally passing away made us so happy, the heart beating faster, everything felt possible and love was in the air.
My favorite spring memory is from just last year: a robin decided that the best place to make her nest was in a little alcove just over our front door.
Now, we use the front door all the time so I don’t know why she thought that was a safe and secure place for her eggs/babies, but she did and we had to honor that by trying to remember to use the back door.
We were rewarded soon enough by the peeping of babies, and as far as we could tell, all three were able to fledge and we hope they grew into robins who will return this spring.
22nd February, 2010
Sarah,
I poured through my spring memory box, from as long ago as I could recall, right through last spring…44 years worth of memories by my count, as my earliest spring memory I believe I must have been nearly three. I was riding on my Grandpa Harry’s shoulders, wearing a pair of little Red Ball Keds sneakers. Yet much as I adored him, the memory that fills my heart happened when my sons were just tiny boys. I treasure the memory because it was the first time I saw them truly engaged in their own magical playworld.
We were spending a lazy April Sunday with my parents. It was warm enough to be outside, and the sun was shining after what had been a rainy week. The boys, ages three and one and a half, were wearing Osh Kosh B’Gosh striped overalls and engineer caps, rolling about in the soft newly green grass, and laughing as only carefree children can.
My older son, Graham, plucked a dandelion that had gone to seed and carried it carefully to my younger son. He held it up to his brother, Harry’s little face and told him to blow. Harry wasn’t sure what to do, so Graham demonstrated. He puffed out his cheeks, and blew so hard the seeds flew, spinning magically into the air. Harry, overjoyed by Graham’s magic trick, picked another dandelion. He studied it, poked at it with chunky toddler fingers, knocking a few spinners loose. Finally, he held the fragile fluff to Graham’s face. As he said, “BWOAH!,” the seeds flew round about and both boys fell into the grass, giggling and rolling, sun on their faces and April breeze in their hair.
Nearly twenty years later, I hear deep, rich voices… laughter coming from their old bedroom down the hall, reminding me they still occasionally steal a moment of joyous innocence.
Thank you, Sarah, for having us delve into our treasure box of springtime memories. You must share your wonderful memories with us.
Wendy L.H. Becher
My favourite spring memory is spotting a little robin’s nest in the mulberry tree at the front of my house. As I went up and down the stairs I could peek into the nest from the stairway window and see what was going on. One day three little beaks were raised to the sky so I knew that spring had hatched!
my favorite spring memory is my the birth of my sweet child benjamin , born at sunrise , easter sunday
of course he was called benjamin bunny for the longest time until he began his jazz music and then he became benny goodman.
Love you art sarah and your lockets are so dear. We really should talk about a trade.
My favorite memory of spring is the first spring after we bought our home. Since we bought our house in November, I had no idea what the previous owners had planted. So when spring arrived, my first surprise were the crocus. Then as the weather warmed up even more, I got to see grape hyacinths, daffodils and lots of other surprises. It made the new house feel more like home.
🙂 My Favorite spring memory is from a while ago when i was about 11 years old.
There is an old farm down the street from my best friends house. It was our favorite place to go in the summer. We would pet the horses and pack picnics down by this magical little pond.
So one day in the late spring we were getting a little anxious for summer to come so we could go on our farm excursions. It had just rained so everything was wet and there were puddles everywhere. Naturally as 11 year olds we were jumping and splashing in them. There was also a fairly large ditch that was filled with mucky pond water. We thought it would be a good idea to see if we could jump over it without falling.
yeaaaaa…. I jumped, and my feet got stuck in the mud before I could leap and I went face first in this yucky green pond ditch. At first i was motionless with shock, but after about 10 seconds my friend and I never laughed so hard in our lives. I will never forget that day, It was the best rainy spring day of my life.
I’m thrilled to have found you just now from a link on another blog! And even more happy to have landed in this amazing giveaway. Your work is so sweet and I would feel so lucky if I win this.
I remember when I was about 8 years old being at the neighbor’s house down the street. His Irish Setter had a huge litter of the cutest pups and they were all out front romping around together on the front lawn. I’ve always loved dogs so much and seeing them all together like that was so special. The sun was bright and it was still morning so it was a bit cool also. The grass was the tenderest green with those playful shiny red puppies playing on it was so beautiful it almost didn’t seem like it could be real.
Since so many responded before me, I enjoyed reading a lot of the comments which were really great stories. It was eerie reading Karla’s story about the guy with the horse because I had something very similar happen. It was in the summer though in the mountains by Santa Cruz, CA. Definitely another favorite memory!
Thanks Sarah!
What a beautiful locket. I just bought a gorgeous blouse from Anthropologie and it would look great with this necklace.
I love Spring! I think my favorite memory of Spring is my first one in California. It warmed up so quickly and by the time mid-March rolled around, we already had Spring flowers and wonderful weather. I was so thrilled!
My favourite spring memory is of when I was 22 years old and living in Norwich, England after leaving art college. I had had a particularly gruelling first winter of post college life, having a messy break up with a boyfriend and generally wondering where on earh and what on earth I was doing with my artistic life. My memory was of stepping out of Norwich library in my favourite flowery blue dress and being hit by the spring sunshine and suddenly realising everything was ok. I sat on the steps for ages just soaking in the sun and the moment. I always get that feeling of starting again at the first taste of warmth in the air but that one was the most powerful. And it was alright!
I have so many favorite spring memories, but the one that comes to mind now is walking through the park with my husband and a vanilla latte. There’s nothing better to do on a spring day than walk through the park with the sun shining and a slight breeze rustling through the trees. We’ve had too much winter here in Virginia this year. Spring will be a very welcome sight.
Love your blog!
~Kat
Ooh! How utterly delightful!! I just adore these sorts of little lockets, and the whimsical touch of the bee and beehive is just so darling… 🙂
My favorite spring memory is spending an afternoon in the mountains of western Northern Virginia in late March/early April. We’d usually have a warm day or two tucked in there, one that was deliciously sunny. I’d always love to take one of those days to just go for a long drive, pack a little lunch and go hunting in my favorite antique and thrift shops. There are plenty of old, picturesque towns out that way, and in the Virginian mountains that time of year everything just seems perfect and magical. 🙂 I always felt so renewed and refreshed after a dreary winter!
♥ Casey
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Sarah,
This is so pretty and delightful!
My favorite spring memory is having tea under our flowering apple tree with my daughter when she was small. Today is her 15th birthday, and I can’t believe how quickly time has passed! We used to gather a quilt, pillows and all her dolls and place them under the flowering tree. I’d make tiny sandwiches and fruit drinks and put them in a basket and then we’d sit there for hours and just enjoy the magic! Sometimes she would give me dance recitals, and twirl around with scarves – reminding me of the fairys who live in our garden!
Thank you for pulling up my memory!
Hugs
Ulla
your blog is so lovely! I just stumbled over here from your etsy shoppe and your wandering heart mention in keep it weird (although I favorited you ages ago) and now I love your blog.
My favorite Spring memory right now is the walking down Brooklyn streets and watching the trees go all white and pink with flowers. I’ve spent my last two Springs in Florida, so I’ve missed the pale pinks and whites and greens of a North East Spring.
btw. I don’t think your Wandering Heart print is weird in the slightest.
Sarah,
My favorite spring memory is tromping through mud in my wellies while on an archaeology field trip in Ireland. We went to look at old, crumbling down castles while blackbirds circled overhead. Even though it was spring, it was still brisk and chilly so my friend and I went to a little tiny restaurant and had a deliciously hot cup of tea to warm up.
Hayley B.
P.S. Another lovely spring memory was finding your blog a few years ago, I love all of your work 🙂
My favorite spring memory is when I went to Tuscany for a week and got to take in the wine, food, beautiful weather and amazing people. Someday I would like to live in Tuscany…I’m even learning Italian now!
I love this giveaway! Thank you for offering it.
As a kid, I used to catch tadpoles with my dad in the spring. We did it every year and watched them turn into little frogs. It was memorable and educational. 🙂