happy
single yellow blossom
dancing in an open meadow
inhaling life - exhaling joy
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Where did Autumn go?
Summer splendor slipped with little fanfare into the transition days of fall -- some demanding more of summer's heat and others teasing with winter's chill, and we even tasted nature's liquid refreshment, long-missing this season.
September danced with eagerness upon new endeavors -- school for everyone, all five members of this household, this fall. That varied across age-lines, of course.
The youngest, Jayden, proudly dons his fox design red backpack every morning as he heads to daycare/preschool.
His older sister slips on a bigger, heavier version and with equal gusto, heads off to first grade.
Their mom returned to university this fall, a shift from pre-school teacher to a career in electronics on her horizon; while their dad continued his own college courses also directing him into the field of engineering.
Meanwhile, Nana (that's me) dove into a mix of writing and poetry courses and projects, balancing (without much success) those with the return of community band rehearsals and plans for a remodel of the kitchen.
All that to say -- GOOD GRIEF, my last entry was in August and we're fast approaching Thanksgiving already. I was reminded by a poet friend today that my blog was a bit dated - a polite understatement.
I'll be writing midst dust and noise and a missing kitchen soon -- stay tuned...
September danced with eagerness upon new endeavors -- school for everyone, all five members of this household, this fall. That varied across age-lines, of course.
The youngest, Jayden, proudly dons his fox design red backpack every morning as he heads to daycare/preschool.
His older sister slips on a bigger, heavier version and with equal gusto, heads off to first grade.
Their mom returned to university this fall, a shift from pre-school teacher to a career in electronics on her horizon; while their dad continued his own college courses also directing him into the field of engineering.
Meanwhile, Nana (that's me) dove into a mix of writing and poetry courses and projects, balancing (without much success) those with the return of community band rehearsals and plans for a remodel of the kitchen.
All that to say -- GOOD GRIEF, my last entry was in August and we're fast approaching Thanksgiving already. I was reminded by a poet friend today that my blog was a bit dated - a polite understatement.
I'll be writing midst dust and noise and a missing kitchen soon -- stay tuned...
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