Apple picking in the Blue Ridge Mountains and tender apple rye muffins that taste like fall. [Read more…]
Evenings are not my most productive time. After dinner and the girls’ bedtimes, exhaustion hits hard. I know this, but that knowledge doesn’t stop me from making big plans to write and edit photos or organize and clean – plans I reliably jettison after 30 minutes of effort, leaving me feeling disappointed in myself. [Read more…]
It’s been a trying week. The list of trials is long on the mundane but the presence of some heavy stuff too is enough to keep me in the moment. Enough to make me realize that needing to get the car towed, breaking a major appliance, having a kid home sick with pink eye, or even all three, are actually pretty great problems to have.
The shorter version is: this weekend everything broke and we got some health news about a loved one, and either despite all that or because of it, we’re incredibly fortunate to be muddling through such a rich life. [Read more…]
I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain. Unseasonable warmth means we have the windows flung wide. This morning’s downpour has given way to a drizzle, and outside, birds chirp, geese honk, and rain drops plop. Inside, the tree is lit with a single strand blinking, its verdant pine fragrance enhanced by the humid air.
Brian’s running errands with the girls right now. Soon we’ll all be back home listening to Christmas music, making cookies, and probably bickering about some nonsense. Before I’m swept up, before you’re off to wherever you’re going, I want to wish you the merriest possible Christmas. [Read more…]