
14/07/2025
I know, I know... this account’s been anything but consistent , it’s been through more phases than my toddler at bedtime.
It started as a photography page.
Then it became a business page.
And after trying to fit in with the mom scene that looked good on Pinterest and all the influencers (but didn’t feel like me), I finally just stopped posting.
Not because I didn’t care.
But because I was chasing someone else’s version of “doing it right.”
Because pretending to have a perfect life?
That was exhausting.
But the moment I came back to the turquoise, to the dirt, to the backyard chaos and the boys I love? everything started blooming again.
Now? I’m just here as me.
A Southern rooted, slightly-crunchy mama growing basil and cilantro in a greenhouse her husband bought her (that happens to face the Mississippi), raising boys with wild hearts and even wilder spirits, who eat yogurt like it’s a contact sport.
(Which, let’s be honest, with a toddler, it kind of is. 🤣)
Coming back to my roots, my boots, my flour, my faith, and a backyard garden?
That’s the kind of magic that sticks like beach sand.
This greenhouse my husband built me? I thought it was just a structure.
Turns out, it became my sanctuary.
So no, I’m not polished. But I’m planted, and I’m growing.
And mama… I’m back.
Let’s grow something real. 🌱