Hi, my name is Katie. I love cookie butter, Ireland and tall trees. I drive a giant red truck named Aggie. My heart is fully loaded with love to give. Life gets to be too much sometimes so I turn to the one above.
Other bits of my adventures are over on instagram: macedonianmissile

Sweet little peach.
I’ll have my own orchard one day.
It’s important to keep it alive. Living well. This is living well; not residing in a mansion that will take fifty years of your life to clean. The time, the money, all the trinkets; so unnecessary in my life. Explore everywhere. The chemicals they put in the shiny fruit bought in stores will never taste the same. Eat local. Support farmers markets. I pray to have little nuggets of my own one day running through the trees, building forts, and having real food. An apple, not “apple jelly” in a pouch. Love to all.

atomicdesert:

Bird watching by house dreams on Flickr.

A porch with this view is necessary.

The hammock. All I want.

(via wendesgray)

Home, home, home.

I’ll be keeping an eye out for a little place of the sort. The table where the laughs happen and the kitchen where the magic happens. ugh.

Filled with food and some good fellas.

Nature is everywhere, a reflection of one’s true state.

(Source: grettann, via potentialitea)

Beekeeping 101 over here.
I learned so many wonderful things today already and it’s only noon! How blessed am I?

Hercules was his name. I wanted him like never before but it’s not possible right now. I pray he finds a good home:[
Of course I got attached as I sat there cuddling him for an hour. My own fault.

Peaches at Fenway Park Orchards this morning. Time well spent, always.

The sweetest orchard here! This older fella and his daughter own it. Lizards galore! All the little critters helped me pick out the best peaches. Berries were sold out but I found a couple on my own:]
On to make the cobbler!

We haven’t done this in too long. Brunch with the best ladies around// thank you for a lovely Friday morning filled with the best things. #love #pray

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My “first times” journal.
I document anything I’ve done for the first time. The third page has my first cigar butt in it and is also the reason the whole journal smells so distinct.

The relationship between a momma and her girl. Momma’s should always be uplifting and encouraging to their daughters, especially throughout most influential years. Girls need a woman as an example in their life. Someone who shows them how a lady should be treated and how they should go about their days with their minds and their bodies. That it’s possible for them to attain.

(Source: sweetlysurreal, via growingwildly)