Black And White and Cold all Over, # SundayStills

I missed the “rain boat” last week as I was busy having fun with the Littles. I had “frozen rain” photos all organized and ready to go but never actually got it pulled together into a post. I am not sure exactly why a post seemed so complex at the time but somehow it did. I’ve kind of had a week where it seems I have made a lot of stuff harder than it needed to be. Now that the photos are in my Word Press Media file I am going to include them in my black and white and cold all over photo challenge.

2 years “out”

2 years ago today I stepped into semi-retirement. I’m not going to lie, for some reason it felt scary. Giving up who I was professionally, decreasing our income and walking into uncharted territory. There seemed like more questions than answers.

By the God Yeezys

My mother couldn’t cook when she got married. Rather an odd state of affairs in the 50’s but there you have it. The long story about why can be found here in the Legacy of May Honey post. Stories abound in the older cousins about the things my mom made that didn’t turn out.

Fall Focus

The blog sits quite quiet while the words, thoughts and emotions are swirling around my head at breakneck speed. Nothing wants to solidify into a sentence of consequence. The focus flairs and then falls short as I bounce off to chase another squirrel thought.

Isolation insulation

I spend the sunset moments in gratitude, ever mindful of my rural isolation and my blessings. The fiery sky was ablaze and far more interesting than anything on the TV behind me. It reminds me to count my blessings. And yet….

B+ *A New Tribe*

In January I gave myself a D- report card but my physio gave me a big fat F for my fitness level. I ended that post by repeating what my husband said “only you can change that.”

Then three things happened in

Rising

There are several items none of us saw coming this year, namely of course, the pandemic. The fall out of that though is where it dips into the

Thoughtful Thursday

I shed tears last evening, which given the current world situation, isn’t all that surprising. What dropped me over the edge was

 

Busy Hands

An old saying kept slipping around inside my head but it  never actually surfaced. I think the one I

I Can’t Even

If you’d told me two weeks ago that I was capable of this “feat” I’m not sure I would have agreed. But now I can tell you that