Wednesday, September 29, 2010
gilded hedgerows, moving, tiny treasures, and greys
It's a misty morning, and the colors of turning leaves is striking against the pale sky. Hard to believe October is right before us; time is soaring by and I'm struggling to keep up with it. I've begun packing, and this place has taken on the look of a storage space instead of a home. It's uncomfortable for me, a person who takes the greatest comfort from that cozy 'home' feeling. But I know it's only a drop in the bucket and soon enough we'll be setting up our new home. That thought drives me and fills me with enthusiasm...I am so excited about our new place! Ramon and I keep talking about how lovely it will be, settling in for winter hibernation in a our fresh, clean, new apartment. He works incredibly hard all year, and Christmas is the time when he takes off of work and stays home for a couple of weeks. So we fantasize about that time all year, and speak about it often. Movies we'll watch, meals we'll enjoy, hours we'll spend lazing around in our warm bed doing nothing at all. The thought of the Christmas tree twinkling and the gingerbread baking in the new apartment is HEAVEN.
So, imagining those things is what keeps me going during this awkward time when belongings are in boxes and there is constantly something I 'should' be doing.
Luckily, my mornings are spent romping through the fields and woods with Kiki and Boston. And today, I filled my pocket with tiny September treasures to share with you!
September is so colorful!
6. four leaf clover
7. wild cherry
8. i don't know the name of this plant, but I call it wild grape; the second photo above shows the entire plant; it's a vine which takes over many trees and hedges
Thank you all so much for your response to 'going grey-your thoughts?' It was so interesting to hear your personal experience with this subject. I spoke with Ramon about my grey hair last night and he said that, while it doesn't bother him, he does feel it is too early for me to go all-natural. I decided for myself that I will go on coloring my roots, but to be relaxed about it. I personally am looking forward to the time when I can comfortably let my silvers grow and show.
When I told a friend yesterday that I am happy about every little line that appears on my face, she said her husband had never really felt like himself when he was young, but ever more so now that he is older. And that was a big AHA! moment for me. I am really looking forward to being 40, 50, 60...those ages where you know who you are and are comfortable in your skin; your family is established, your roots are dug deep. Your hands are proof of the work and creativity they have formed, and your hair has streaks of silver. And you walk down the road with your husband hand in hand, and still make each other laugh, even after all those years. That's what I'm really looking forward to.
xoxo country girl