About hopesquires

I've left behind the daily grind to write full time and to figure out what my own flourishing tree looks like. I'd love to help you flourish and grow along the way, so that you, too, can cultivate a life that pleases God.

To everything, a season

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.
— Ecclesiastes 3:1

When I created this blog in February 2011, I had no idea where it would take me and how many wonderful readers I would get to meet along the way. The last seven years have been full of adventures both in real life and in this virtual space. I published a book, and the seeds of another book (someday?) took root right here in this space.

The first part of this year has been challenging for me, nothing more than “first world” problems, but daunting nonetheless. Continue reading

To my nephew and niece-in-law, three years later

Three years ago, I wrote down some marriage advice for my nephew and his bride. It turned out to be one of my most visited posts.

My nephew and niece-in-law are still happy three years later, and though I don’t think it has anything to do with my advice, I wanted to share the post with you again today. After all, we’re in the midst of wedding season, and perhaps your nephew/niece/daughter/son is set to marry soon, and you’d like some ideas of what to share with the happy couple. So here it is again. If you think I left anything out, please add your own nuggets of marital wisdom in the comments at the end of the post.


My dear nephew and his bride, Continue reading

More tiny spring babies

Spring is full of fuzzy newborns. In last week’s post, I shared a photo of a tiny fawn with you. This week brings more spring chickens, er, goslings.

Now, I admit it. I do not love Canada geese. But their goslings are pretty cute. These particular ones live by a mountain lake in North Carolina.

I love that the grass is taller than they are:
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The smallest fawn

I heard the crashing of a deer through the woods, spooked by the dog and me meandering around our back yard. Because I had seen a doe and tiny, wobbly fawn up the street earlier that morning, I peered into the woods.

Right near the edge where lawn ends and woods begin, the neighbor’s yard crew dumps grass clippings every week. I gasped (and then dashed inside to grab my camera):

The smallest fawn I’ve ever seen

Sometimes, you don’t have to look very far to experience something magical.

In my mother’s garden

One of my favorite parts about being home is getting to stop by and see my parents more often. I also get to see what’s blooming in Mom’s garden.

Because Mother’s Day is just around the corner, I thought I’d share a few of her garden flowers with you this week.

Hands down, when I was growing up, this snowball bush was my favorite plant in Mom’s garden. I still love it.

Azaleas abound in Mom’s springtime garden. Continue reading