Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

Make Monday Meaningful

Something I read yesterday stuck with me and early early this am I created my own version. Then I coloured it and organized the side of the fridge around it. It takes me to “my happy”.

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.

Rebalancing 2020

In hindsight it seems like an interesting word that I was drawn to late last year. In essence it seems simple. Re-balance. Balance again or restore to the correct balance. Right? Sounds simple. Move a few things around to shift the load so to speak.

Motley Crew

They are a motley trio, waiting for their advent day to shine. Their characters though are studded with bittersweet memories.

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.

Will it stand the test of time?

This post has taken me the entire fall to pull together. Once I got the images organized turns out I couldn’t get the words to flow. Which is weird as it’s a subject I’m passionate about but perhaps it’s because I’m trying to take a dispassionate look at it.

Tire swings

It came to me this morning that tire swings are like love, they go around and around and around. The momentum is endless and all encompassing. A tire swing and love can make you sick or fill your heart with joy. Today there was no emesis but a heart so full of love.

Mindfully

The wind flashes over the golden leaves and wafts the smell of supper under my nose. The endless flyby of migrating geese fill the ears with the sound of loved ones keeping in touch. The sun has lost its warmth as evening creeps closer but for now the golden hour holds sway. The harvest sounds have faded around the valley and everywhere there are naked fields. The cows are moving on out to find their favourite morsels to munch on before bedding down for the night. I sit on a hard cold stone step; one built with skill, persistance and love.

Use the china

Use the old good china. Put pizza on it if you want. Gaze out the window and enjoy the colours. Cuddle with whomever is in your bubble. Decorate the door even if no one else sees it. Listen to the leaves rattle in the trees. Smell the change that rain brings to the air and take a deep breath.