“Nope, we’re not going to have a winter this year,” the young guy said as he loaded bags of sand into the back of my car. The sand is for my chicken run. I’m sure the guy was just making conversation and had no idea I’d take his comment so personally.
“What?!” I replied, “Winter is soooo coming! It’s only January! Just you wait.”
Christmas is not a competition…
Of how decorated your house is.
Of how perfectly perfect your gifts are.
Of how busy your days and nights are.
Of how much baking you do.
Of how many homemade gifts you can crank out.
Of how beautiful your family is (or appears to be).
Let’s all. Just. Stop.
(Until this very moment, I had no idea that it was David Bowie who sang that Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes song. Until I ‘youtubed’ it. It was 1971. I can’t believe it. I’m shook. So very shook.)
We’ve talked about it many times over the years that we’ve been together, you and I.
This was the view out of my den window a few years back. Snow in autumn. An example of someone NOT following the rules of transition.
Which, of course, happens in our lives. Change before we’re ready. Change without warning.
Snow when we’re still wearing our autumn leaves.
AND THE WINNER IS…
UPDATE: Still waiting to hear from the winner. MELISSA ROBBINS, please email me by October 14, 2016, or I’ll need to chose a different winner. THANKS!
MELISSA ROBBINS! Email me at email@example.com ASAP with the name and address to send the subscription to! WOOHOO! Congratulations!
It’s that time of year again….yes, autumn, but also when I renew my subscription to MaryJanesFarm magazine! You know what that means? I’m giving away a subscription to one of you!
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” George Eliot
If you’d like to enter, simply comment below saying WHAT YOU LOVE ABOUT AUTUMN. And don’t fret when you don’t see your comment pop up. I’m out of pocket until the end of the week, so won’t be able to approve any comments until I’m back in the pocket. Here’s the important part, make sure to check back in one week. I’ll do a random drawing and post the winner’s name on Tuesday, October 4th, 2016. The winner will need to email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) to give me the name and address of the person to send the subscription to within a few days so I can get our subscriptions off in the mail.
“Sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits.”
Been doing a lot of sittin’ since my surgery. A. LOT. And a lot of sittin’ and thinkin’ too.
I have never before in my life experienced anything like this. Where I’m just stuck. Still.
But what it has done is given me time for all this sittin’. And thinkin’. And I have indeed thunk.
And also done other things with an apostrophe at the end instead of a “g” while I’m sittin’.
It must have been 20 years ago when I first heard from an orthopedic surgeon that my feet and ankles were toast. As I usually do when I hear news that I don’t actually WANT to hear, I put on my rose colored glasses and plopped my head up in the clouds and just kept trucking.
I know what you think.
A blog post about summertime must be about tomato juice dripping down your chin, fresh corn on the cob, and lightning bugs. That would be a lovely post, wouldn’t it?
But that is not this one.
It took me awhile to jump on the bandwagon, but I finally did. Glamping.
I pulled out my Glamping with MaryJane book and studied every page. Again.
MaryJane’s Glamping book is THE book. A classic! It is full of great advice and lots of inspiration.
I can’t believe this will be the 3rd YOU Challenge!! If you did it before, then you know how this works. If not, I’ll tell you all you need to know. The most important thing is that you make decision, right now, right this very minute, to do this for YOU. You, My Friend, deserve it. You need it. It is time to give yourself a little loving, a little attention, a little pick-me-up.
And you know what it is?
And so another springtime begins.
Yipppeeeee! I love winter, but I love spring too!
And March 21 means—SPRING IS HERE!
For me, spring means: Continue reading