There is something about train tracks that quiets the soul. Perhaps it is their steady rhythm, their unwavering direction, or the way they stretch into the horizon as if reminding us that life is always moving forward, even when we are not yet sure of the destination. In early fall, we boarded the Reading Blue…
My Vintage Blow Mold Pumpkin Watches the Changing Seasons
There’s something about fall that settles into the soul before it ever shows up on the calendar. The light shifts first—softer, slower, turning ordinary rooms into something almost sacred. The air changes too, carrying that crisp edge that makes you want warm drinks, familiar routines, and a little more time to think than usual. And…
Apple Orchard in the Fall
Certain places feel like they were made for fall. Weaver’s Apple Orchard in Pennsylvania is one of them. From the moment you arrive, there’s a shift in the air—like the world has gently decided to slow down and let you catch up. Rows of trees stretch out across the landscape, heavy with the promise of…
Autumn Moments, Gathered in Pieces
Some memories don’t arrive all at once. They come to us later, stitched together through photographs and small details we almost overlooked in the moment. A warm evening. A scattering of leaves. The sound of music drifting through open air. And a beloved pet, resting quietly in a familiar patch of home. Looking back at…
Chicks on the Road
Some days you just have to accept that the business plan has officially taken a turn into “barnyard chaos meets roadside adventure.” Because nothing says Chicks on the Road quite like a group of chickens fully committing to a joyride in an old VW Bug like they own the place. No GPS. No agenda. Just…
You’re Lucky Enough
There’s a little wooden sign that hangs in the lakehouse that says: “If you’re lucky enough to be at the lake, you’re lucky enough.” And every time I see it, it feels less like décor and more like a quiet reminder to slow down. No schedule to chase. No noise that matters. Just the ripple…
Trip to Duck, NC
There is something unforgettable about watching the sunrise in Duck, North Carolina while staying at the beach with the whole family. Before the house is fully awake, before coffee is poured and beach towels are scattered across the deck, the ocean quietly begins its morning work. The sky slowly shifts from deep blue to soft…
The Little Coffee Station
There is something about creating a coffee station in the kitchen that instantly makes a house feel warmer. This little corner has quickly become one of my favorite spaces in our home. The soft lighting, the neatly stacked cups, the handwritten chalkboard cabinet doors, and the simple ritual of making coffee in the morning all…
Missing Farmhouse in Deep Creek, Virginia
This painting is more than a picture of a house. It is a picture of memory, legacy, and the generations that once filled these rooms with life. My grandmother’s home in Chesapeake, Virginia is gone now, torn down with time moving forward the way it always does. But for our family, that house still exists…
“Is This High Enough, Sherri?”
I was looking back at this photo recently and had to laugh remembering the day we rented a 25-foot lift machine to clean the windows on our building while I was serving as Director of Advancement. Most people would probably focus on the window cleaning part. But of course, our Development Team photographer saw an…