Our festive trimmings to welcome autumn days made their debut when a little someone who adores the extras decided it was time for swathing our nest in seasonal drapings. Talk of such things occurred well before time of harvest for … Continue reading
Imagine working this hard every time you return home? I’m glad I don’t have to do so, nothing against stairs but when carrying hefty groceries or accruements of forsaken items from the car back into their domicile places, well it’s … Continue reading
Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.
Despite the enthusiasm for Halloween horror or kitsch by my youngest Halloween enthusiast, we kept our surfaces simple and bright. Our sugar pumpkins will most likely stick around for some time until I’m pressured to swarm the nest with Christmas … Continue reading
Not for long, I’ll get there at some point. We didn’t get around to our barefoot challenge until after dusk today. We are getting used to it by now, thankfully my toes warm up quickly in fuzzy boots afterwards. This … Continue reading
Can you hear the murmur of our unconditionally loving mother on this silent winter’s eve? We will be gifted with a white winter by tomorrow. The previous snow melted completely leaving us with bare and monochrome long lines that stretch … Continue reading
This string of jolly letters once strung, helps me feel settled during this interlude. Despite the E and R (and perhaps the C next) that are hanging by a thread and even though I am feeling as wonky as they … Continue reading
A moody palette that settles as nightfall deepens. I prefer a nest with a cozy semi-light vibe over one aglow with fluorescent lighting. This evening we finished off an early dinner, flicked off the switch, and presto a once lambent … Continue reading
Baby bear responds to a shelling of questions about her age, “free,” she says proudly. Sometimes she fires back impulsively before she even hears the question and throws off her interrogator. After her forty-five-minute class the instructor asked me if … Continue reading
In the twilight hours with no other sounds around, the sparkle of Christmas kindles in our hearts.I can’t help but wonder of some of the mystery that eludes us as time goes on. Remember the one from our childhood dreams … Continue reading
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