May Day

A poem for May, from Sara Teasdale:

May Day

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.

Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?

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Charlotte-Area Spring Photography GIVEAWAY — Winner!

It’s Spring, everyone, and the Queen city is showing off with dogwoods, pear trees, and tulip trees in bloom. What better way to capture the beauty than a sweet photography session with your loved ones?

My friend Heather Fink is debuting her new website this week. Heather is the talented photographer who captured these great shots of my family:


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You can see our full session here.

This week, in celebration of her new site, Heather has a generous giveaway for us!

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Heather is offering to ONE lucky winner:

A 30 Minute Mini Session – Valued at $150

The session includes:

30 minutes of shooting

Location of choice within 25 miles of business address

Online gallery

5 files with digital printing rights and social media posting rights

*Must be used before September 1, 2015. Blackout dates are June 30th-July 11th due to maternity leave.

In order to enter to win this great giveaway, you only need to fill in the entry form here. Pay careful attention — there is one option that you can use to enter every day until the giveaway is over on Tuesday, March 31st.

And the winner is…Karla S.! Congrats Karla! Contact Heather at her website to set up your free mini session!

Letter from Jim

One of our family favorites is Garrison Keillor’s series labeled with the names of the seasons.  A particular favorite is the

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“Spring” collection, which contains the following piece entitled Letter from Jim.

The letter comes from a childhood friend who has recently turned forty.  At the same time, he has lost his job and, out of desperation, taken a job for which he is ill-suited and overworked, for far less pay.  He feels unappreciated by his wife and family. He befriends a younger woman in his office, and the opportunity presents itself for him to drive to Chicago with her for a weekend conference.  He continues:

‘I thought, so this is what adultery is like: simple.  I sat down in the front yard under our spruce tree and waited for her to pick me up.

I believe that men and women can part for many reasons, including the lack of love and appreciation.  I left my parents for my wife because she appreciated me and they didn’t.  Twenty years later, I sit in my own front yard, waiting to join a woman who appreciates me more.  But in five years, or six, or eight, will I go to a higher bidder?  What happens when I’m older and my grade falls?  Who do I choose when I’m old and can’t run fast and nobody chooses me?

‘I sat there in the front yard and thought, so this is what adultery is like: it’s just horse-trading.

‘As I sat on the lawn, looking down the street, I saw that we all depend on each other.  I saw that although I thought my sins could be secret, that they would be no more secret than an earthquake.  All these houses and all these families, my infidelity will somehow shake them.  It will pollute the drinking water.  It will make noxious gasses come out of the ventilators in the elementary school.

‘When my wife and I scream in senseless anger, blocks away a little girl we do not know spills a bowl of gravy all over a white tablecloth.

‘If I go to Chicago with this woman who is not my wife, somehow the school patrol will forget to guard an intersection, and someone’s child may be injured.  A sixth-grade teacher will think, ‘What the hell?’ and eliminate South America from geography.  Our minister will decide, ‘What the hell? I’m not going to give that sermon on the poor.’ Somehow, my adultery will cause the man in the grocery store to say, ‘To hell with the health department, this sausage was good yesterday; it certainly can’t be any worse today.’

‘I just leave this story there.  Anything more I could tell you would be self-serving.  Except to say that we depend on each other more than we know.’