Purple Agapanthus

My California obsession, in the form of purple and white…

The big purple (and white) flowers that adorn the landscape of California remind me of giant dandelions in shape. 


After a little research, I learned that they are actually called Purple Agapanthus. They are native to the subtropical and warm temperate areas of South Africa.

According to Better Home and Gardens, these low maintenance plants grow in zones 7-11. They reach a height of 1-3 feet and width to 3 feet wide. 

I adore them in their varying stages. Prior to blooming, they remind me of an elf or hat fit for a fairy.


Not only am I fond of them…the hummingbirds are too!


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Upon arrival, we headed right to the beach. Our children’s instincts were to immediately run, fully clothed, into the ocean. Who needs swimsuits when you have a heart of joy and excitement  over flowing in your pours? Indoor recess, school cancelations, “Polar Vortex,” layers of winter attire, ice, shoveling and a lack of sunlight were distant memories now…at least for the next 9 days.
As my husband and I sat, toes planted in the sand with the sound of our children’s laughter filling the beach with song, we turned to one another and smiled. This was no ordinary family vacation. This was a turning point in our lives.
We were amazed how life didn’t stop for people in San Diego. We lost count of the people we observed walking, running, biking…cooking and eating outdoors. They were living while we were counting the days for Spring to arrive in Minnesota. I would hear hearty Minnesotans say, “Embrace the cold, don’t endure it.” After 10 years, I just don’t think we could, or wanted to endure it anymore.
New Years Eve, 2013. Grilling turkey dogs on the beach.
As the final days of our vacation approached, seeing how happy our boys were to freely play and explore, feeling the effects of seasonal depression wear off, we tossed around the idea of how we could make the move to California. If others lived there, why couldn’t we? They were creating a life here…so could we.

By all means, we weren’t abandoning ship– we lived in Minnesota for 10+ years. Minnesota has been good to us! …Marriage, houses, babies, my education, my husband’s job…and a community of friends that are family by every meaning in the sense. I couldn’t help by think of a quote I once stubbled upon:  If we were meant to stay in one place, we’d have roots instead of feet. -Rachel Wolchin

We were ready for a change. Without risk, there is no change. Without change, there is no growth. Composing a life doesn’t consist of “What If?”… it’s “Why Not?” If we had any doubt in our mind, the 70-degree difference in the temperature on the day we landed at MSP sure cleared that up.
Minnesota. January, 2014.
So we tossed the idea out to the universe. The universe listened. We are so thankful.

Friends are Family

I’m actually borrowing that line from my friend, Susie. So true. So true, Susie. Susie is one of those kind and loving…artistic and creative….fun and graciously spirited people that you just love to be in the company of. She surely is a gardener of the soul as every time I leave her, I feel like I’ve been graced upon just as sunshine must feel on the petals of a flower. She made my boys day by thinking of them and making them the crayons below. I plan on hanging this picture in our new house as a reminder to allow color into our world on a daily basis (in it’s many forms) and how blessed I am to call her a chum. 🙂

Yes, Susie…friends ARE family. Nothing better than being in the embrace of those you love!

A nice smushy hug!

More Tiger

“Live Art” by Tiger. He has such a brilliant, artistic mind.

Must be the dancer in me- I just loved seeing his bare piglets.

Taking a nice sniff of the “flower” he picked for me.
Marveling at the ants on the bark of the tree.

Little Feet. 🙂

Kissing the “precious flower.”

A swingin’ time.

Date with Tiger

Oh those little bare feet that I could kiss a million times and never grow tired of it…Dusty bare feet from running in the pebbles at the park…Yet, they are still delicious!

While Nishad was in fish camp from 9am to 3p.m. for one week, Tiger and I were able to hang out together. While we missed Nishad, I really appreciated the one-on-one time that I got to share with him. One of my favorite things to do is to go to a park and just marvel at my kiddos behind the lens of my camera. To me, this has the same effect of meditation in a yoga class. 🙂 No “fancy” outfits…no photo editing, or software- just raw pics of my kiddo being himself. What’s not to love?!

Yes, Tiger gave himself a haircut. He brought me the glue after and asked me to “glue it back.” ha,ha. 🙂

Crocks inspired bridge? Or bridge inspired Crocks?

To Tiger and I, it will always be a flower.