Stories from here .

If there's one thing that I've already noted from our first few weeks here it's this: this beautiful place is full of story. And I know that someday I'll want a record of all of it, all that we've experienced here, here in this speck of country in the pacific northwest. Even though I don't have an official name for what will be a collection of stories and photographs from this place, I'm going to go ahead and write out the first piece. Because, seriously, it's a good one. 


We have loved getting to know the people here. We have been welcomed by open dinner tables and helping hands, by old souls and young spirits alike. A couple of weekends back, we sat on a back porch, lined in lavender and a golden hour of sunlight and listened to a dozen or so stories told by new acquaintances here. One of those stories came from a quiet lady with a soft smile. She bashfully started off with a disclaimer-- well, I'll tell you this story because the other one is too crazy. And, as you might guess, we talked her into telling the crazy story instead. 

She told us about her younger years and how, when she wanted to read or have a quiet time, she'd walk to the edge of their land and find a spot underneath a tree there and dream about how someday she'd have her own home, in that very spot, underneath that very same tree. She told us about a friend who tried desperately to set her up on a blind date and how she repeatedly said no. She discovered that the proposed blind date was also very shy and she wondered how on earth they would have any sliver of conversation between the two of them. Finally, to satisfy her friend, she agreed. Their first date was to the fair. (And here's where I sat forward in my chair, setting aside my blueberry buckle.) "We talked for hours and hours and had the best time and at the end of the night he proposed and I said yes! We were married three months later." They built a home and raised their girls. I'll let you guess where their house was built. (smile) 

// Job picking blueberries // our driveway filled with Queen Anne's Lace //

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    1. I knew you would. Shanna, hearing her story made me smile so big. And, it reminded me of one of my friends-- a shyer type of gal who just eloped! Their story is wonderful, too. (I need to tell my friend that this story reminds me of her!)

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  2. Loved reading this!

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    1. I'm so glad. I loved sharing it and look forward to getting a few more stories written down, too!

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  3. I love this. I fell in love with the PNW while I was visiting. I can only imagine how much you love it there. And the lavender. don't get me started. It's everywhere and I just couldn't get enough of it.

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    1. Meghan,

      I was so disappointed that I didn't get to meet you while you were out this way. Had I still been living in Portland, we would've definitely been able to catch a coffee together! Next time! But I am so glad that you loved it here. That means you'll come back : )

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  4. He is just too precious! I nominated your blog for a Liebster award!

    http://earlgreydays.blogspot.com/2013/07/liebster-q-a.html

    xx Mia

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    1. Mia,

      You are very kind. Thank you so much!

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  5. This is incredible! You should definitely start recording your stories and I love hearing about that woman. Life is so worthy of reading when it's pure and simple like that. It doesn't need fixing up, it's just right the first time. Thanks for sharing, I'm so happy to be here friend.

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    1. Maggy,
      I was just talking to my sister tonight about the wonderfulness of simplicity. I love this story too. And boy do I have a boatload of stories to share. Already! I'm looking forward to doing so and I hope that others enjoy them also.

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