I absolutely love these flowers- coneflowers or echinacea- not sure of the exact color but the brighter the better! I’m hoping to grow them this year. I’m not sure how my husband feels about them but he had best be thrilled with them because I want A LOT of them! Yup, a myriad of them!
How many elves are too many? At the time that I took this photo, I felt like that was way too many elves. (And I’m actually fond of elves.) No worries. Within a week or so there were a lot fewer. And just for clarification purposes- this photo was taken in late summer!!
Nothing like beautiful glassware sparkling in the sunlight. Except when you’re me and it’s a room FULL of glassware! When I come upon this room in my favorite resale shop, I go no further than a foot inside the doorway before backing out carefully.
“There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won’t.” ~Rabindranath Tagore
As we headed out for a leisurely ramble through the woods, we should have known that it would be anything other than leisurely. Our six year old trail guide/self-appointed group leader made sure of that. While we were hoping for a pleasant stroll through the woods, our fearless leader was certain adventure would be found around the next curve in the trail.
He resisted taking the well-worn paths and gave a good fight for why we should wander straight into the woods with no regard for where we were. How were we going to find adventure if we walked along the boring old path? He trudged steadily up the trail, pausing only to make sure I was close behind. He would call out, “Be sure to keep up! You don’t want to be left behind!” When I asked if it wasn’t important to keep his group together he simply replied that I was the most important person in the group and as long as he knew where I was, all was good with him. I turned to the others and said, “Looks like you’re on your own.”
We all gave an inward sigh of relief after a close inspection of the muddy mosquito-ridden swamp/creek looked like to risky an endeavor to tackle. We had a slightly disappointed trail guide on our hands but he perked up as he noted that our path was leading us up a steep incline. 90 degrees. 10000000% humidity. No water. If I didn’t know any better I would think that the six year old had planned this entire outing.
At long last we found ourselves walking/jogging down the hill and into a shadier and maybe slightly cooler place as we headed back to our car.
Our little leader had other plans as his eyes traveled past the car and at other possible trails to follow. Outnumbered and lured by the promise of a nice refreshing treat upon our return home, he relented……this time. He would find his adventure next time.
Lately I’ve been feeling a little ragged around the edges and in need of something. It would be easy to blame it on the pandemic. No one would blame me, right? But as we have all found out in the last eleven months or so, life doesn’t stop just because people are dying.
With my anxiety running rampant, my sleep disturbed, and my thoughts wandering all over, I decided that I needed to mellow out and engage in some nourishing of my body and soul.
Here’s what I’ve been doing-
Enjoying the peacefulness of watching it snow from the warmth and coziness of my house
Keeping warm with a nice cup of tea
Taking the advice written on my mug and remembering to breathe
Perfecting my granny squares
Working on my ideas for blog posts
Choosing the perfect book to read next
Re-binge watching my all time comfort show- Grey’s Anatomy
Having a good cry or two or three or with every episode involving my favorite interns at Seattle Grace Hospital- I forgot how cathartic crying can be!
Listening to my Beatles playlist
Sitting in complete silence and letting my thoughts go where they need to go and do what they need to do
“Don’t forget to pause and nourish yourself a bit along the way. When you’re born to help others sometimes you forget to help yourself.” ― Paula Heller Garland