I went to north Texas this week and it was deep-seepingingly precious, it means so much when good friends share their hearth with you. Winter was sharper up there and the light was different, oozing in for long moments from its horizon perch. It helps to find different light.
And almost as if (or perhaps because?) light was some kind of theme for my trip up north, Shayla and I spent a long, glowy afternoon making candles.
And then we basked the sleepy children: