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I’m a writer and gardener endlessly inspired by the shifting seasons and the ground beneath my feet. For the quiet, personal stories behind this website, I invite you to join my monthly newsletter.

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“A thoughtful, grounded work.” -Anne Bogel, creator of Modern Mrs. Darcy

“Is there a special prize for the best books about home? If so, I want to give it to Christie Purifoy.” -Myquillyn Smith, author of Cozy Minimalist Home

“As Purifoy so lyrically illustrates, placemaking isn’t just what we make of our places. It’s the spiritual practice of naming, of knowing, of remembering.” -Jen Pollock Michelaward-winning author of Teach Us to Want

“Carl Rogers said, ‘What is most personal is most universal.’ I kept thinking of that while reading Christie Purifoy’s smart and beautiful book.” -John Blase, author of The Jubilee: Poems

“Christie Purifoy has given the world a deeply beautiful and profound work of art.” -Kris Camealyauthor of Come, Lord Jesus

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My feed is going pink for a while. Are we all on board with that? 😉
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This tree is a gift, and it’s more precious to me because it isn’t given every year. Some years freezing temperatures kill the just-opening buds. Some years it looks amazing for a few days before freezing temperatures turn every last flower brown.
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Some years it nears perfection, but even then perfect beauty never lasts. I’ve learned the hard way that beauty will not wait for me. Beauty keeps its own rhythm. I’m often busy, often distracted, but pausing to notice is the spiritual discipline of spring.
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#springcomestomaplehurst #saucermagnolia #savoyrtheseasonalshift #noticepausetreasure #botanicalpickmeup
Maybe it’s because I know a killing cold arrives tomorrow. Maybe it’s because this is Holy Week, when days mark a journey toward suffering (a long-ago suffering that somehow holds all suffering before and since). Or maybe it’s only that blossoms are ephemeral; their beauty fleeting. Whatever the reason, I looked at this great tree today and thought how sad beautiful things sometimes are.
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Early spring is such a precarious and vulnerable threshold. It is tempting to stop, to look back over our shoulders, forgetting that we no longer belong to winter. Forgetting that it has no hold on us.
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#springcomestomaplehurst
Holy Week. Again. The same but never the same, as if the circle of the year etched a deeper groove with each passing.
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“And now, God, do it again— bring rains to our drought-stricken lives So those who planted their crops in despair will shout ‘Yes!’ at the harvest, So those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.”
Psalm 126
I’m so grateful for those who authentically share their messes with the world. I’m incredibly grateful for all who shine a light on injustice. But beauty is just as real as brokenness (and sometimes they are even the same), and this corner of my mantle—with hellebores I cut in the backyard while a March wind whipped my hair around my face—also tells a true story.
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I can’t tell every story the world needs to hear. Neither can you. But together? Yes, together. Together we might just get the job done.
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#flowersandotherstories #inspiredbypetals #weareplacemakers #wearegardenmakers #iwentlookingforbeauty
New seasons begin in the smallest ways. Here’s to paying attention. Here’s to staying awake to the subtle changes. It’s good to look toward the hills, but it is also good to bend low and take a good hard look at the ground beneath our feet.
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#springcomestomaplehurst #galanthus
I spent the fall and early winter right here, reading. I spent most of the winter in my bedroom, recovering. I have a feeling I’ll spend the spring outside, gardening. I hope I’ll serve a few meals to guests again at that dining room table this summer.
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It feels good to anticipate again.
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#weareplacemakers #oldhouselove
This moment brought to you by ... spring.
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Like many, I’ve been dreaming of travel. But my preferred mode of transport will always be this one: to stand still while the four seasons change the whole world around me.
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#springcomestomaplehurst #savourtheseasonalshift #weareplacemakers #oldhouselove
In the middle of the night, I woke up and thought the house was on fire. More than two months after getting sick, I feel pretty well, just a little extra tired every so often. But my lungs are still healing, and there are these sudden phantom burn smells. They come and go so quickly, I can almost see the frazzled connection between my nose and my brain struggling to right itself.
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Last night was beautiful, and we turned the party lights on outside the barn as if we expected a crowd when really it was just a Daddy / daughter dance for two plus 85 others on Zoom.
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One year later, and I just found out my sixth and second-graders might go back to school next week. Four whole days! Maybe five a few weeks later.
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I have no simple, straightforward feelings about any of this. I feel exhausted by this year. I feel weirdly grateful for this year. I need my children back in school. I will miss them so much when they are gone. I want to turn the party lights on and host a crowd. I also want to be alone, forever.
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But here we are, one year later. This home has not burned down. It is not even smoldering. And last night was beautiful.
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#maplehurstblackbarn #weareplacemakers

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