Boo

On these rainy days that seem to be never-ending, the crafting abounds. Halloween is in our sights....

Voices

My voice has been silent in this space. I should remember this part of the seasonal change that catches me by surprise every time - my thoughts and voice turn inward. I find myself thinking of the past, not just mine, but the past of my parents and grandparents. There is something about the pull of this season affects me deeply, makes me nostalgic for a time that I wasn't even around for.

The nature of Now

The nature of our Now is summed up in one word: full.
With time spent outdoors soaking up the remaining days of warm sun and warmish rains, before the season forces inside more of the time. And time spent fluffing up the nest (translation = insulating basement walls). And visits from Nana and Grandpa. And slow cooking. And, and, and.....
Homeschooling, while requiring regular planning and organizing has turned out to be the most wonderful experience. As long as I remember to not get too wrapped up in the process - which I am getting better at doing.
So, welcome autumn and the nature of our now.

These days

*seem to fly past in a blur
*find my freezer full despite my re-arranging and arranging again
*I am a felting maniac
*see me asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow
*find me loving Grade 1 again.
I think we have found our groove (for now). Things were shaky...I was shaky. And as these things usually go, I worried more than was necessary. Now, with the welcome in of Autumn the slate is clean and all is well.
When will I learn????

Treading water

These are the words that can easily describe our days. I realize that these words have a seemingly negative slant to them, but that is not how they are intended. It is more like we are drifting through our new routines and have yet to find our groove. This is not to say we won't. I see it forming. Little glimpses throughout our day - still off in the distance, but getting closer all the time.
And worrying won't change anything. Patience will. Right?!

This time of year

It is a sentimental time of year for me. Something about the slight dip in temperature and the way the light softens it's blazing summer edges. I find myself reflecting on who I am, what I have done and what I am doing. And also wondering when it is that I will figure these things out.

Ode to a cat named Marshmallow

There is an empty space now. We are still finding white cat hair everywhere, and will most likely be for awhile to come. Our catnip is coming back to life after a summer of being chomped on. And the depression in the garden where she liked to sleep is still visible...kind of like she is just out for a stroll and will reclaim her spot any minute now.
"Plea from a cat named Virtue" by The Weakerthans kind of reminds me in some ways of her.