Spring pondering


Lines Written in Early Spring

William Wordsworth (1798)

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

I love the poem above. Although it has a melancholy tone I believe it uncovers a true reflection of man, when observing nature or when reflecting upon nature; humans will always be unhappy despite the infinite reasons to be happy.

I think the reason we struggle with this sense of dissatisfaction is because we have an innate knowledge that we were created with a desire that this world cannot satisfy. Wordsworth compares man to nature, and while we are a part of creation and made from the same ‘stuff’ of the earth we are not like nature and can not honestly be compared to a thing. Wordsworth has the perception to see the perfection in nature compared to the imperfection and dissatisfaction in man. I would agree with his assumptions but not concluded that we can take example from nature because we were made different from nature and nature’s job is perfected in pointing us to these assumptions.

Amateur screen printing

Last night the whole family(our family of 4, my parents, my sis and her family of 4) went out to dinner. After dinner all 10 of us made an impromptu trip to target.

Impromptu trips are the best, impromptu trips to Target.. well now..how can that get any better?

Full bellies, no rush, love..laughter..conversation… visual inspiration(color, texture, fonts, patterns) a creative art-attack was bound to occur.

Tea towels, fabric paint, and brushes came home with us last night!

When new supplies are in the house it’s as if my brain instantly categorizes the new inventory and merges them with the old.

SO, out came the painters tape and silk screen templates and after about 45mins the art-attack was over!


The photos are bad…I know..it was 10:30pm and taken with my phone!




This morning Ben saw the new tea towels drying on the table and wanted to know how I made them “all by myself”

so I gave him a little lesson and he made a few more “all by himself”.

(can’t show you all we made since a few will be going to Grandma for Mother’s day)



I want to experiment with other screen printing techniques like using fabric markers to make geometric designs

and even making my own screen using these:




Hoping that I’ve inspired you to have an art-attack today! :O)

Thanks for checking in! And happy Wednesday!!

House within a home



Last night Ben slept in his card board house, all night long.

His list of essentials:

purple pillow (he had since crib days)

three stuffed animals (bunny, mouse, bear)

 sleeping bag

 led flickering candle

his pillow pet which cast a brilliant display of color changing stars throughout the house

and a cup of water.

He got up once around 2ish to use the restroom and went back into his house!

This morning I peeked in, feeling like a giant in Lilliput land, and saw that he was still asleep.

Please stay little for just a little longer my sweet boy, as long as you can!


“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.” Sarah Dessen