Can you spare a minute or two...?

Why yes I can! In fact, I can spare you everything after 1:15pm everyday and its glorious!  With all this free time today I worked on cleaning the apartment (which, surprise mom! I actually enjoy), packed up a few last things to bring home before the move, leisurely browsed the "craft/design" section of the public library for inspiration, and took my sweet time perusing my favorite fabric/millinery store - "Rose Mille" in downtown Stillwater, MN.

Top that off with an evening visit to my Wisconsin home, a home-cooked meal, and free laundry and I've hit the sweet spot of post-college-no-homework-still-poor-with-plenty-of-free-time-bliss.

With these few spare hours I've spent some time talking to God, talking to my mom, and letting my imagination wander into all of these enchanting photos.  I stumbled across this photographer who captures Spanish Casas and French Villas. All imaginary visits are free of charge.

In less than two weeks I'll no longer be around these parts - but we can pretend I'm a field reporter on assignment in Colorado bringing you stories of all the interesting going-ons in that neck of the woods. M is driving down with me and I'm sure I'll have lots of fun stories to share from our road trip.

Before I sign off for the night, let me share with you the most beautiful song I've ever had the pleasure to sing - click here - coming to you from NWC in Eastern Europe this summer. Read the text as you listen to the song.
 
O crux spledidior cunctis astris,
Mundo celebrix hominibus multam amabilis,
Sanctior universes,
Que sola fuisti digna
portare talentum mundi.
Dulce lignum, dulces clavos,
Dulcia ferrens pondera.
Salva praesentem catervam in tuis
Hodie, laudibus, congregatam
Salva presentem catervam, intuis hodie.
O Cross, more radiant than the stars,
Celebrated throughout the earth,
Beloved of the people,
Holier than all things,
Which alone was found worthy
To bear the light of the world:
Sweet Tree, Sweet Nails,
Blest the weight you bore:
Save the flock which today
Is gathered to praise you.

Its almost as if the text was made for this music - I can't get through it without crying.

 Coming soon ... tales of North Shore camping with pictures