I would love to have you host a milestone event in this dreamy space.  For you to look back on this fabulous perfect day with all the feels; falling in love, surrounded by your favorite people, your whole life ahead of you...

but what would really fill my tank is for you to find your time here restorative; an escape from your to-do list or the routines that overwhelm. 
I want this to be a place where you can be.
Be present.
Be celebrated. 
Be encouraged. 
Spend a few hours in my dream life, without the chores and the hard parts and the utility bills. 

In conversations with people in town who realize which house is ours, they are quick (and kind) to say how beautiful it is.  My immediate response is "thank you.  At 30mph it looks great!"  Up close, it is far from perfect.  Just like me.  It is also worlds apart from any place I've ever lived.  It is dreamy and inspiring and fabulous.  I have always felt this place is too much goodness for one family; and so I invite you to come.  I invite you to be.  And in your creative pause from all that makes up your day to day, YOU are making my dream job a reality.

With loads of gratitude,
Wendy
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Welcome to a new year, a new decade, and a new refined focus of what I hope to accomplish in 2020.  I've done quite a bit of soul searching, praying, and investigating about what is next for the Phineas Wright House.  Attempting to balance work and life when they occur at the same street address can be a challenge.  The demands of life as well as managing the needs of this old lady (I'm referring to the house and barn, not myself!) can feel equally overwhelming and inspiring.  I've received motivation and encouragement from trusted friends, enthusiastic workshop attendees, as well as favorite  podcasters Kelsey Murphy  (Whiskey and Work) and Cathy Heller (Don't Keep Your Day Job).  I say all this to add context to why you will be hearing more from me in the coming months.  More dreaming, more vision casting, more workshops added to the calendar with the overarching goal of celebrating you!  If there is a workshop you'd be interested in, let me know and we'll add it to the growing list.   Leave your ideas in the comments; let's learn together in 2020!
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The Rustic Wreath Workshop was really the catalyst for all the floral design workshops offered.  For years, my dear friend Sharon and I  would meet up one October Saturday paper bag, clippers, and step stool in hand to walk around the Stanford Campus foraging for fall goodness.  Any yellow, orange or brown foliage was lovingly transported back to her cottage to be attached to a grapevine wreath.  When I moved to New England I dreamed of doing the same thing in my very own barn.  This event is my dream come true!
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We had a wonderful time last night making new friends and working with gorgeous sunflowers, euphorbia, rudbeckia, marigolds and amaranthus.  
There are a few spots left for the September Dahlia workshop.  Come join the fun!

​Thinning peaches has to be one of the most challenging tasks of late spring for me.  Seeing a bounty of 20 baby peaches on a limb knowing that I should only leave 2 is painful and almost scary.  Why is it so hard for me to trust the process?  Do I really want 1000 small peaches or do I want 75 perfect ones?  Part of the challenge is that I don’t really know the answer to that question.  Is there a lesson to be learned here?  When my calendar is jammed packed am I really doing anything well or am I just trying to get through to the next to-do?  Do I crave that busyness?  Do I consider it a badge of honor? When I am intentional about what I say yes to and I am truly present in that task, I hardly think about the satisfaction of crossing it off the list.  The luxury of lingering in a good moment is a gift I don’t give myself often enough.  Am I the only one missing out because of my willingness to overcommit?
 
This year has turned into an opportunity to be intentional about how I spend my days.  Realizing this has caused me to be even more intentional about my intentionality.  Savoring time with AJ before she starts kindergarten, dreaming and scheduling events and workshops in the barn, being available to spend quality time with Keith’s Aunt, investing in friendships new and old.
 
And so, as I look at the huge pile of peaches that will never be I’m reminded of all the things I could be doing, but most likely should not be doing.  Saying no to good things and saving my yes’s for the best.

One thing I've learned living in New England is that the change of season is highly anticipated; none more than spring.  Surviving another winter is something that bonds us to our neighbors and there is a true sense of glee when the trees remind us of what has been hidden away for such a long time.  It is a magical time of year with bright yellow forsythia and light pink cherry blossoms, daffodils and tulips and the fresh green of new leaves.  It is cool air and warm sunshine, baby farm animals, rapidly growing grass and longer days.  It seems that this is the shortest of the four seasons so it is a good practice to take time to bask in the beauty.  The humidity and mosquitos of summer will be here soon enough! 

.Now that I've lived in this darling community for 5 years, I thought for sure I would have learned about all the fabulous home stores.  Boy, was I WRONG!  I recently discovered The Purple Rose Home in Northborough... what a treasure trove. Owned and operated by mother-daughter team, Vickie and Kim with the help of floral designer Janice these ladies are bringing simple, but fabulous style to the masses.  I was inspired at every turn and a little bent that no one had told be about this lovely stop yet.  Please don't hold out on me, friends!  I crave the goodness.

One year ago today we received the call we had been waiting for for almost a decade.  The China Center for Adoption Affairs had finally matched us with a healthy little girl.  Although it took 3 additional months of paperwork before we got to meet the little girl on the blue chair, we couldn't help but look at our 2015 Christmas tree wondering how different 2016 would be.  Miss Amelia Jade, you continue to be a gift.

Wow! For so many years this was a day I dreaded.  Going to church and having to pass by the sweet children handing flowers to all the mothers or even leaving the grocery store to the seemingly "one size fits all" farewell of Happy Mother's Day.  A few years ago, I just started pretending that people were saying "Happy Birthday" instead which allowed me to respond with genuine gratitude instead of bursting into tears or scratching their eyes out for being so insensitive.

Having my mum's extended visit include my very first Mother's Day was a thoughtful treat.  It still doesn't feel real to me so the anticipated emotion was left in her capable hands.  For me, there were no tears and no overwhelming sense of "arrival."  It felt like many other days in the past few weeks with a neglected to-do list (including this post that I began 2 days ago!)  What was missing, however, dims in comparison to what was: countless well wishes from sweet friends and family that have been waiting SO LONG with me, a gorgeous handbag to commemorate the epic occasion, and most importantly this lovely, silly, sweet, and sassy little girl who calls me MAMA.  Alas, the long awaited tears... I've arrived.

Wow, time sure flies when you’re having fun!  I’m embarrassed by how long it has been since my last post.  As a first-born child of German descent I am the girl who doesn’t allow too much fun before the chores are finished.  After a very busy 2015 wedding season (23 for the year) and all the ironing that piles up while I’m celebrating other people’s love stories, the holidays, and snow shoveling there is little time left for the “fun” of sharing our latest and greatest with you.  Alas, the silence in broken and I can cross “BLOG!!!!” off my ever growing to-do list.
 
Speaking of waiting… you may know, we have been in the queue for a Chinese adoption for over 9 years.  When we signed up the wait time was 8-12 months, but that is clearly not the way it turned out.  I’m elated to report that we recently received “THE” call from our adoption agency and we’re headed to China in just a few days to pick up our daughter!  Along this journey many people have reminded me that God’s timing is perfect, to which I would sarcastically respond “Whatever that looks like” while rolling my eyes.  Well, what do you know?  THIS is what it looks like!  Our little miss turned 2 years old on January 10, my Dad’s birthday! 

On the day she was born, we had fabulous house guests in town, which required champagne.  Now, it’s true that almost every visit “requires” champagne so she could have been born on any number of days, but who am I to argue with perfect timing?  A few days later, I spoke at a Ladies Breakfast at church and shared my story of infertility and all that nonsense.  I shared our status in the adoption process as well.  That opportunity served as an invitation for a few women to journey with us in prayer for this process; THAT was the first day she spent in the orphanage!!  You may remember from an earlier post that my friend Indelisa came for a visit.  In addition to the gallery wall in the dining room, she helped with a long over-due project of framing ABC cards for our then non-existent-daughter’s room.  We spent an entire afternoon assembling them, thinking of the little girl that would stare at them someday; praying that “someday” would be sooner rather than later. THAT was her first birthday!!!  And, yes, there was champagne!
 
We are not allowed to share many details here, but once she is ours I will happily share all the sweetness that Lady Amelia Jade Harrop embodies.  Eeeek!