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Though, truthfully, the last time I actually realistically planned holiday knitting and quilting was never. Usually I make a ginormously ambitious list and fail. True story.
We moved a year ago and I finally feel settled. The rhythm of the seasons here has become familiar. Moving 130 miles shouldn't make that much of a difference but it does.
Eldest child is off to college in two days. Since she stayed behind in NH to finish out her senior year of high school, college means she'll live 45 minutes away and we might get to see each other more than every six weeks email especially since she'll be surrounded by a bunch of independent bookstores that we need to explore. How about that?
up upside or some sort of willy nilly so I apologize but me and technology have a love hate relationship that leans more towards hate most of the time.
Anyway, this is Crane Pond after one of the dozens of thunderstorms we've had this summer. The pond's more of a large puddle in the middle of the aptly named Little River. When it storms on hot humid days, the cold water rushing in from the mountains fills the pond and creates this lovely fog drifting across it.
It's been a year and it finally feels like I'm settling in. Driving past farms and fields seems normal, though tobacco plants are funny looking enough I still stare at them. ( Really, if you're not used to tobacco fields, they're vaguely alien looking. Or maybe I'm a little strange. You never know.) Living amongst people who make eye contact, open doors for strangers, and offer a "good morning" to anyone they walk by is a good thing.
I've coveted Wisteria- all of it, everywhere- for as long as I can remember. The scent, the color, the languid drape of the flowers...
It's not shedding needles, even when I give it a good shake.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Happy New Years, folks.
was during Dubya's first term. But the past couple of years I've been picking up an occasional interesting shiny glass ornament figuring that somewhen there'd be a tree for them. Today is officially somewhen and after Grace strung the lights and we added our 13 ornaments (we had 14 but fragile glass orbs and Fat Pit Bulls do not mix) I discovered The. Coolest. Thing. Ever.