"Are you excited to be moving back to Texas?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked yesterday. I totally lied and said yes. Truth is, I have mixed feelings about moving. I'm sure most people do.
There are plenty of negatives, but today I am choosing to focus on the positives. Because if there is one thing I've learned from blogging and taking pictures, its all in how you frame it! Eh?
So, here are the pros to moving back:
I'll be closer to family
We'll be living in a much smaller house, so its less to have to clean
I'll be going back to work...full time
I'll be able to see my Dad more
The boys will have men in their life to take them hunting and fishing, etc.
I will get to have a break once in awhile
Getting to meet some gals I've been dying to meet in person
Getting to see an old friend more often
Building yet another backyard garden
Hey, its Texas!
We're about 3 weeks out from move day, so for now we're squeezing in all the summer we can get our sand covered hands on. Which includes, trip to the state park, buying bushels of peaches at the produce auction, eating the last of our blackberries and of course...the beach.
It has been a few days since I've been in the garden. It has rained and rained and rained for days now. We're about to float away here in Virginia. And I've been forced to back off a bit and let nature do its thing.
There are mornings that my boys wake up in the morning and I swear that they were 2 inches shorter when I put them to bed the night before. That's how Im feeling about the garden this morning as I walk around and see what a few days of rain can do.
The mint is exploding!
The sugar snap peas are full and fat with the new moisture.
The garlic, onions and leeks are doing their thing.
The side boards of the raised beds are barely holding in the chives, basil, rosemary and oregano that are spilling over into the yard.
The boys have been invaluable at helping me keep up with the weeding. And Im so thankful that they are at an age to really enjoy helping out. Seems like some of our best conversations happen while pulling weeds. Something about the hands being busy, allows the thoughts to flow.
And its a good thing, because as the boys were on the soccer field last week, I noticed the shorts were hitting them a bit higher up on the leg than they were last week.
I've been clicking along with my 52 of You project.
This is week 5 and our assignment is to get out in the dark, to play with light sources like christmas lights and glow sticks, etc. Its a tough one...a real challenge. By the time I get everyone into bed at night and start to think about my own time, I just want to put on my flannel pj's and climb into bed with my stack of books.
I haven't really wanted to get bundled up and head outside to set up shots and explore light sources...at all.
So far, its been fun...and I have tried not to take myself too seriously. I had a lot of fun with week 4, with the theme of whimsy.
However, this week's "dark" challenge has me a bit stumped. I don't want to spend any more time "in the dark" than I need to. As a kid I would run and jump into bed as far back as I could just in case there might be anything under my bed that might be able to reach out and grab me. Somehow, once I was in bed I felt safe and secure.
Feeling a bit like that these days, like I just want to stay under the covers a bit longer where it is warm and safe and nothing can get me.
Maybe I'll just stay another week on whimsy and skip the darkness challenge all together...or not.
Here's to getting creative in the dark, and living in the light friends!!!
Yesterday, I went for a walk in the forrest with my Mosey + Pold friends.
I have come to really love these walks. Its not hard to imagine talking and walking. I have a little running dialog in my head of things we notice as we walk.
Like the lovely mosses that were everywhere. How vines clung to the trees that stretched upward.
It was chilly, but it was surprising how much protection fron the wind the huge pine trees provided. We didn't get to walk as far as we had planned. The melting snow had left huge puddles and none of us wore our rain boots.
On the way back we found ourselves looking up at how beautiful the bare trees were against the blue, blue sky.
Its tough to walk very fast when your gaze is upward. So, today it was more of a plod than a mosey.
We caught glimpse of a woodpecker. I thought it was a red-headed woodpecker, but Beth pointed out that it was a pilleated woodpecker. I was thankful for this group who can share knowledge as well as walks in the woods.
I spent most of my childhood on the priairies of Oklahoma and Texas, but now live by the sea on the East Coast. My personal style reflects both influences. Welcome to my little bit of blogland. Thanks for visiting my space!