girl from the north country

Month: April, 2013

When I am old.

On a day like today when, instead of April showers we have snow flurries, and it is all too easy for our spirits to plummet, it’s best to lighten the mood.

So I decided today was the perfect day to share a poem I happen to love, not for its sophistication or deeper meanings, but just because it brings a smile, especially when read aloud by Helena Bonham Carter. Such a charming bit of writing. It also perfectly reflects how I want to be when I am an old lady. Is it weird that I already want to belong to the Red Hat Society? Oh well.


Spring, come quickly.


I suppose we can all relate a bit, can’t we? Ha.

I think everyone in Minnesota is tired of this tease and ready for the warm breath of spring. I saw this post on Louisa and Christian’s website yesterday, and I couldn’t help but share it. If you haven’t seen their lovely photo project, onethirtyfive, you should definitely check it out. You can spend hours getting lost in those words and photos. They’re all so simple, but find a way to speak to my heart so profoundly.

On striped sweaters, April showers and new life.



I love how each month feels like a new beginning. In reality, the first day of a month is just another day, simply following the previous like any other. But it’s funny how starting over at one can give you just the boost you need.

March was a hard month. It seemed that nothing was going quite right for me, and it seemed like a lot of other people felt that way too. I must say, I’m glad it’s over. Part of it was the weather, how we’d have one beautiful day, which was inevitably followed by a crazy snowstorm. That certainly wears on the spirits. But life also just hit me hard this month. I had to face things I wasn’t ready for. I spent the whole month trying to catch my breath — life felt like somebody had punched me in the gut and run away, and it was taking all that was within me to concentrate on sucking in a full breath, to just hit my normal rhythm.

But I’m starting to get back into that rhythm, to hit my stride again. So April, for me, is about drawing in deep breaths. It’s about taking stock of what I know and have learned, reminding myself that a little hard stretch doesn’t have to define a year or even a month or a day, but I can just hold onto the lessons learned and move on, leaving the rest behind. It’s about new life, the way Aprils always are. It’s about remembering that the rain has to come for the flowers to grow, and when the grass turns green and the lilacs bloom, it’s all totally worth it. It’s about showing and receiving grace, about living as one who is free. It’s about learning to communicate and remembering to be brave and bold. It’s about putting on your favorite striped sweater and getting on with your day.


Print by March Johns.