Saturday, September 29, 2012



Friday, September 21, 2012


I love old things.  I remember being little and someone telling me to be careful because the spirit of
the original owner may still be attached to old things.  I was warned as if it were a bad thing.  I always
figured their fear came from one too many cheesy horror movies.  To me, a bit of that person
remaining would not be so bad.  I think it's what gives the old things soul and charm.  After all, a
thing is just a thing but to imagine them in use, being loved and cared for by someone all
those years ago... that is entirely
different, that is special.


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Beautiful Brown


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Almost Autumn


Friday, September 14, 2012

Little Signs Of Autumn

How beautifully the leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.
  ~John Burroughs

Wednesday, September 12, 2012



Friday, September 7, 2012

this morning


How am I holding up?

I keep hearing that question, with all good intentions I'm sure.  How am I holding up?  I haven't 
had a crisis, injury, illness, or devastation of any sort.  So why, you may wonder am I being 
asked that question.  It's because those who know me well, know that I cry.  I cry at sad songs 
and some happy, movies, books, photos, poetry, and yes... even Kodak commercials.  Things 
affect me.  So what is it this time?  It is that most dreaded time of year... back to school and more specifically kindergarten.
Letting go makes me cry the hardest.  I spent 2 weeks in agony before 
it started, faking that smile and getting her all excited to go.  That was hard.  I've never been a mom 
that wanted the end of summer to come.  End it must however, and each year it kills me a little.  
The first day was Tuesday, you will forgive the bad photos I'm sure when you consider that
 they're not all that bad when you look through tears.  By the way, I managed to not let one drop
onto my cheek.  Tuesday looked like this:

She had a bit of a half smile, nervous but paying close attention.  You have to understand that she
has never stepped foot into a daycare or pre-school, and only 3 times stayed away from home.  I
think she's looking very brave.

(Look there, on the table behind her, the teacher shoots Nikon!  
She has my seal of approval lol!)
Here she is in her great escape.  The first day (only an hour long) is finally over.  She looks so
tiny leaving the classroom.  The rest of the week has been full day, every day kindy.  That really
does break my heart.  I don't like the no easing into school with part time days.  She,
however, LOVES it and wants to go each day.  There have been no tears from her only giggles, 
she's making friends and doing really well.  The days are long and she comes home tired
 and hungry but can't wait to go back.  

So, in answer to the original question, I'm holding up well.  My heart aches but the tears have
finally stopped.  She is so happy with going to school that I can be nothing but happy for her.

I hope that all of you with little ones going to school this year have had as much luck as I have
 in this transition.