I thought that life would just go on when we moved– and it has, but is also full of transitions and newness. Everyday things are a new adventure. That is good, but also takes a lot of energy. I have missed my camera and my blog, but finding time and creating space in my days for it has been tricky.
We live in a beautiful place. I’m so glad my children have each other. I’m thankful that my camera can capture those fluffy static haired angels and their sweetness. I love living among trees. It makes me happy to have chickens.
I’m hoping to make my way here more regularly. I have yoga to share! and Christmas celebrations! and I need the reflection and connection documenting my life here brings.
See you again soon!
I have such a love hate relationship with Halloween. My kids love it, and I do love their imaginations and love of dressing up. But EIGHT pumpkins? That’s a lot. Couldn’t 3 or 4 be sufficient? All the candy? It drives me crazy. Gore and evil? Hate it.
I do love happy excited kids, though, so I guess I’m not too down on Halloween. They had a lot of fun just getting into their costumes (and character) and trick or treating.
Was that enough photos for you? I think the funnest thing about Halloween for me is looking back through the photos of past years and seeing how my kids have changed and grown. I mean, look at my Brenna. My big, beautiful, grown up girl. She’s always had very strong opinions about what she’d be for Halloween. Never again will she be a hermit crab.
If you just haven’t had enough here are some links to past Halloweens:
I came home from the store the other day with a new orchid.
I do so love to have a blooming orchid on my kitchen table, but seeing how I am incapable of getting them to rebloom it has been a long time since I’ve had one. I decided to remedy that with $15 and an impulse buy at Costco. Much easier than monitoring humidity, seasonal temperatures etc. etc.
Yesterday I sat down with a scrap piece of watercolor paper and my little box of paints and painted.
It wasn’t long until I had company.
We all felt so happy– it’s so easy for me to forget that I love to paint and that I don’t need total solitude to do it. My kids LOVE to sit and watch me. They love to paint along side of me.
It’s a habit I need to create.
My life is messy– as in snot encrusted, dog hair covered, crumbs on the floor, fingerprints on every door, little bits of cut up paper everywhere messy. I have friends who don’t let their kids play with play dough or paint because of the mess it makes. Sometimes I wish I had rules like that– and the spotless windows, counters, and hardwood floors to go with them.
But would I trade days like this– the self made masks, spaceship controls, jammies turned costume kind of days– for a house that stayed clean for hours on end?
(I can say that now that they’re all in bed and I’m alone with the mess.)