yep, i’m back into the swing of things.
i feel like myself again and have pushed through the vacation fog.
i’m focused and ready for the next season.
sometimes the onset of fall feels like a whole new year is ahead.
i feel like writing a new list of resolutions.
like back to school.
a new pencil case, new erasers, a backpack, new classes and teachers.
i’m ready for some new things in my life.
today was so much better.
i picked up a few new plants from the native nursery. i fell in love with ironweed.
i came home with a huge bag of cukes that i hope to pickle this weekend.
i learned some new songs on the uke including annies song.
and we ended the day with the olympics. woohoo for us womens beach volleyball.
we are big olympic fans around here.
hannah’s archery coach was the us olymic archery coach this summer!!
some highlights…
:: hannah is loving colonial plantation camp this week. so far she has made ginger beer, bread, noodles, apple butter, pickles and rose petal pound cake. they have a big feast on friday. she also has been swimming in ponds, dipping candles, making soap, playing with piglets and hunting for ghosts.
:: norah is loving farm camp this week making seed bombs, harvesting veggies and making homemade snacks from the fields, exploring the woods and creek beds and preparing for a kid run farmers market and harvest party on friday.
:: about an hour ago i was washing the dishes. there was a knock at my back door. a stranger (without a dog) opened the door to tell me she had never seen anything as beautiful as my garden and she thought i should know. i told her it made my day.
:: a storm is brewing and they say this heat wave will break bringing in cooler temps in the 70s.
:: tonight i am going out for mexican and margaritas with some old friends.
:: maybe tonight we can sleep with the windows open.
someone who commented about my blog once told me my life and home felt effortless.
when i read this i have to admit i agreed.
i feel guilty about it sometimes. but then most of the time i feel appreciative.
lately my life does feel effortless. it feels so good. simple. calm.
don’t get me wrong sometimes there are bumps.
but those bumps soon get smoothed out.
and somehow everything always works out.
growing up, in times of struggle my mom would always say “we’ll work it out.”
and we always did.
there was something so comforting in those words.
and they still live in me today.
last night as we were sitting on the back porch watching the girls out playing in the neighborhood, chris said to me what he usually says to me at least once a week “we have the best life.”
i of course agreed.
there is nothing spectacular or fancy about it. but it’s ours.
and it feels just right.
::the crape myrtle is about to bloom
::there is a nightly game of ghost in the graveyard
::you eat an entire watermelon for lunch
::the song of the cicada lulls you to sleep
::your back porch has become your living room
::tomatoes make their way onto your window sill
::your compost bucket fills up on a daily basis
::your kids start talking about what they want to be for halloween (i swear it happens every july)
::days start blending into one another and all you know is that it is july but have no idea what the date is
blts on toast.
writing postcards to old and new friends.
back porch sitting.
spending your weekly allowance at the swim club snack bar.
slumber parties in the only air conditioned room in the house.
lots of bobby pins to keep our necks cool.
swim suits hanging up to dry on every hook in the house.
:: the humidity dropped
:: we came home with a boatload of cucumbers from the farm
:: the architect came to look at the attic
:: found out our truck will soon be on the road
:: i wrote a few postcards to some old farm friends
:: i danced around the kitchen listening to rufus wainwright while i made dinner
:: norah could not get enough of my zucchini and corn griddle cakes
:: i realized that my bangs have officially grown out.
on really hot nights my sister and i used to sleep on the floor of my parent’s air conditioned bedroom.
it was such a treat. cool skin under our quilt with just our noses peeking out when the rest of the house was so so hot.
last night as we were all falling asleep to the hum of the window unit, i heard the girls giggling on the floor at the foot of our bed.
i smiled and for once was happy we do not have central air.
yesterday i found a note in our mailbox from someone who has been admiring our home. it said if we ever wanted to sell to let them know.
this past winter we had a possible opportunity to move to one of my favorite houses in town with a half acre of land.
on monday we are having an architect come to draw up plans for our attic.
we’re staying.
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