Thursday, December 18, 2014

{this moment}

this moment.

a Friday* ritual (sometimes.)

a single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.

a simple, special, extraordinary moment.

a moment we want to pause, savor and remember.


(Inspired by http://soulemama.typepad.com/soulemama/)




* OK.  So this retiree can't keep track of what day it is! 

Saturday, December 13, 2014

11 for 12/13/14






E&C's dear friends, Frank and Sharlene, are building a house next door,  This and the next two photos are from their house. 







Friday, December 12, 2014

{this moment}

this moment.

a Friday ritual (sometimes.)

a single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.

a simple, special, extraordinary moment.

a moment we want to pause, savor and remember.


(Inspired by http://soulemama.typepad.com/soulemama/)


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving



Finley's first snow!





(House photos and "turkey butt" photo courtesy of my sister, Kathy.)

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Too Long

It's been too long -- way too long -- since I've been in this space.

The last five months since Finley Grace Warner's birth have been full.  Full of the nearly indescribable privilege of helping her father help her mother give birth to her and being there at the moment she entered the outside world.  Full of her cries at all hours of the day.  Full of her sweet smelling head nuzzled against my neck.  Full of her smiles and then chuckles and now belly laughs.  Full of the delicate art of learning to live with one's daughter and son-in-law.  Full of adjusting to weather -- something we don't have in southern California.  Full of missing my husband, my house, my dogs, my friends and my stuff. Full of introverted discomfort with making new friends but making them just the same.  Full of the best ice cream I've ever had from cows that sometimes graze in the pasture across the road from us.  Full of finding my way around a new area.  Full of chickens and turkeys and geese and their sad, untimely deaths to accident or predators as well as their planned deaths to fill the freezer.  Full of fresh lettuce straight from the garden, eggs still warm from the hen and pounds and pounds of tomatoes -- so many tomatoes that there were days when I day-dreamed of burying them in the compost pile rather than help with preserving them.

The last five months have been very full and I am grateful.