Every so often it’s good to take the time to stop and smell the roses. To count our blessings. To pause and appreciate the wonders surrounding us. Because they do. In the crazy, busy world we live in, sometimes it’s easy to forget. We put our blinders on, shift into autopilot and coast. Trouble is, when we’re coasting we’re not paying attention and we miss out on the little things. And the big things. Things that are important. And simple. And sweet. Things like:
A fresh new bar of soap.
Singing in the shower. A baby shower.
After working on it nearly all summer, the 2013 Tri-County Resource Guide has finally arrived.
The first thing you’ll notice is that it’s printed on all-glossy pages. The ads and content look so much better on the glossy paper.
The next thing you’ll notice is that there are not many photos. As it turns out, we added so much information this year that there was almost no space left for photos.
The older I get, the more I realize life ebbs and flows like the tide - rising, receding, coming in, going out. What is possible at high tide is impossible at low tide, and so on. This rhythm and change remains with us as we traverse through our days, months, years and seasons.
This summer, I returned to the garden. I’d taken a respite from having the earth between my fingers for nearly a decade. I’ve always loved putzing in the soil and enjoyed a fair amount of success with the hobby in my younger years. Until, like a vigorous crop of weeds, the hobby of raising kids sort of took over and I found it necessary to put my gardens aside – for the time being.
I spent last weekend at a cabin at a lake with a trio of 11-year-old boys. It was everything you’re imagining: wild, energetic, boisterous, rowdy and splashtastic. Somewhere along the way I made a discovery – other than the fact that three 11-year-olds can generate more damp towels than a Bounty commercial. I have decided being 11, during the summer, at the lake, with a couple of friends by your side is one of the best places a person could ever hope to be.
Not long ago, I found myself living in a house inhabited by two entities: those who thought we needed a pick-up truck, and those who didn’t.
It’s an age-old dilemma faced by families from Alabama to Wyoming. To truck or not to truck? That is the question.
We had a truck years ago, back in our life BC (before children). After our daughter came along, we traded it in for a minivan. I never looked back. I can’t say the same for my husband.