As the grey Midwest winter stretches on and the twinkling glow of Christmas lights slowly disappears from the rooftops I can’t help dreaming of warmer days when the world will come alive with color again.







As the grey Midwest winter stretches on and the twinkling glow of Christmas lights slowly disappears from the rooftops I can’t help dreaming of warmer days when the world will come alive with color again.







This year was far from the Christmas that we’d planned with my family but it was still full of so many blessings. I’m incredibly grateful to have been able to witness a beautiful Latin midnight mass. The large church was packed with people in their Christmas finery, men in suits and women in veils, who had braved the negative temperatures outside to participate in this reverent Catholic mass.

Although I am a happy Hoosier and have embraced life in the Midwest, I will always be a mountain girl at heart. Every year growing up, shortly after Thanksgiving, my family would strap on our snowshoes and set off into the Colorado wilderness to find the perfect Christmas tree. There were of course the obligatory snowball fights and sledding runs that came with each of these outings before we were ready to head home with the tree secured in the back of my dad’s pickup.
I may be far from Colorado and those stunning mountains but I’m so blessed to have found a husband who is happy to help me keep beloved family traditions like this alive. We might not need snowshoes or sleds this year but even in the Midwest we can still go hunting for the perfect tree.




Hopefully you get to enjoy a beautiful turkey feast this weekend and spend time with your favorite people. Happy Thanksgiving from the Indiana Dunes! Have a blessed day.






As the winter chill blows in I can recall the warm evening breeze on summer walks through the neighborhood with my husband. Here is a bouquet from one such evening to brighten your day.











Today’s photos were captured on a couple of crisp autumn hikes out in the Indiana wilderness. It felt as though we’d stepped into an magical elven kingdom of gold and silver. Nearly every two minutes I had to stop to snap a picture in awe of all that God created.





















Today’s photos come to you from a beautiful sunny Saturday at County Line Orchard spent apple picking and soaking in God’s blessings.





In addition to being newly and devoutly Catholic, I’m also constantly amazed by all the color and beauty in the world, particularly in nature. I grew up hiking and camping in Colorado and Utah and developed an amateur photography habit over the years in an effort to capture all the everyday miracles that God has blessed my life with. I hope these moments brighten your day with the same joy that I felt when collecting them. Today’s photos are some irresistible fall blooms that caught my eye on a cool evening stroll with my husband.







