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I was freezing peaches and I looked down at my finished work.

The ripe and slightly over-ripe scraps, skins and pitts sat in one bowl.

The freshly-sliced, pinky-orange pile of summer stared back at me from the counter in another black and white bowl.

I remembered, suddenly, that I had been here before.

In the evening, when the rest of the day’s work was done, preserving.

Once before, I had stood and sliced.

I even used this exact wedding-gift bowl, a July or two ago.

Freezing Georgia’s summer to warm our Dakota winters with peach cobbler.

I washed off the sticky juice and breathed in the musty, too sweet smell of peaches.

It all mixed in with a familiarity I hadn’t felt in years.

{For Laurel, thanks for encouraging me to find a bit of time for this space again.}

1 Comment

  1. Laurel

    I love your blog because it is a reminder that life lived simply but fully is a wonderful thing. I know that much of your life is mightly complicated too.


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Hey, I’m Sierra Shea! I am so glad you are here. 

Where do I start with writing to introduce this blog? At the beginning, I suppose: I’ve been writing on various platforms online since 2013. I started blogging shortly after moving to South Dakota.

I am a mother and a maker at heart. I’m so grateful to be married to John and mother of three: Joslyn, J.D. and Jesse.

I am a self-taught decorator and designer. I am a brand new shepherdess and a Spiritual Director.

I love living in South Dakota, even though the winters & the wind can be a near-daily struggle.

Blogging is a grounding force in my life and it helps get me out of my head, unstuck and moving in the directions I always hoped I’d be going!