life of a georgia Artist

                                               Photo by Nyana Stoica on Unsplash This coming week I am a bride at my own winter wedding. Georgia is a fickle pickle and what we thought was going to be a chilly wedding day will actually be 77 out. What we thought was going to be chilly will now be hot. We are packing shorts, and pants and dresses and dress shoes and flip flops, sweaters, and every other seasonal wear. We haven't a clue what is going to happen, but we are driving so we are packing everything except the kitchen sink. *that is mounted into the cabinets or I may try to bring that too* I am marrying a kind and loving man. He is quiet and gives his heart freely. We have known each other for some 20 plus years and have been together going on seven years now. Life is short and I plan on spending the rest of mine married to this amazing man. We have changed plans and are marrying in a park that we love in Savannah. We are going out for a seafood dinner, we are doing whatever

  Winter is filled with quiet nights snuggled up on the couch. It is staying warm under piles of blankets. It is dark by four pm and cocoa by the gallons to stay warm. It is game night, tv specials, and Christmas music playing on repeat. This year it is also my first grandbaby and my wedding. This year has been hard. So many of us have lost loved ones. It is the second year of a pandemic. It is trying to buy groceries and remain safe at the same time. It has been challenging at its best, devastating at its worse.  Winter is not my favorite season. It is usually mild in Georgia, but we still have those bitter days like today where the wind will whip through you. The cold seeps in every bone making everything ache. It is days like these that I wish this season did not exist, but yet it does. I make the best of tea and biscuits or make coffee slowly instead of using the machine. It is a time when I can sit and knit, sit and read, or just sit and game with my honey. Winter is a gift we are

 My apologies for being so late with this post. I am now a very proud grandma who got to spend the first five days of my granddaughter's life with her. I was able to help, but let us be clear, I was in it for the times I got to "help" by holding the baby for hours. This little one is so chill. I was so blessed to be there for days. The Christmas season is upon us. December 21 is the winter solstice, which means after that we are on our way back into the light. Shortly and slowly day by day we make it out of the long winter months. The candles of winter will be put away and forgotten till next year, the dreary long dark drives home from work will give way to some light as I drive. Little by little, we are reaching toward the light.  What is the winter solstice you ask? It is the first day of winter. It is the start of reaching for the light. It is a magical day, shorter than all the rest where you can sit outside, light the fire pit and enjoy the evening under the stars. W

 Greetings everyone. It is that time of year when time slips away. This past weekend I was decorating and it took a lot longer than I expected. I pray you are all well and safe.  This week as we approach the holidays I wanted to share something mental health-wise. As the seasons approach, I know deep melancholy washes over me. I also know seasonal depression is a real thing. My grandparents were the ones who made the holidays the holidays great, but they have long since left this earth, but each year around this time it hits me that again, they will not be with me. I have all their holiday decor out in my home and I am blessed to have it all. I see each piece and it makes me sad and happy at the same time. Missing loved ones' past is so hard at the holidays no matter when they passed.  Remember them fondly. Sit with your sadness and let it wash over you until it washes away. The seasons are full of the family we are not around daily, it is full of ups and downs constantly. It is a