I've been threatening to cut off my hair for some time now. I think it was something about turning 30 that made me want a change, not to mention to arrival of near-permanent static that coincides with wood-stove season. It feels so light, so different! I LOVE IT!
A fall hike with the family, including Little C's beloved Tante Heather.
Ancient stone walls always feel a little magical to me... I love to imagine the farmers that farmed theses hillsides more than 200 years ago. At one point, in the 1800's, New Hampshire was 80% cleared land. Now we are more than 80% forested. It's amazing how much can change in a short period of time!
A rainy Saturday afternoon running errands with my family in the BIG TRUCK we've been borrowing, and dinner at a local diner.
Making my own tomato sauce, with our basil and garlic, and 30 pounds of tomatoes from a local farm (we lost all 100 tomato plants on our farm to "late blight").
Old pictures of old friends. I recently discovered an old folder with some treasures in it, and found my scanner to be an able ally in some fun. I'm not in touch with most of the people in these pictures anymore, which is too bad, but I'm really glad that they were part of my life at a very formative time. And it's great to know that two of my closest friends are people that I've known for such a long time.
I lived in a household with these cats in college one year. We had a lot of fun.
One of my dearest friends, in a tree in Jeckyl Island, GA, one spring break.
Girlfriends at a cabin in Maine.
Two friends on one of my favorite beaches in the world, Point Reyes, an hour north of San Francisco.
My oldest friend, up in Castine, ME, my favorite place ever.
One of our last swims of the summer... late afternoon when the air is cooler than the water. We will miss swimming in these sparkling, clean waters until next spring!
We pick a lot of flowers in our house. I love arranging bouquets, and the little on is quickly following in my footsteps. My gardens are definitely fading these days, but I am trying to relish every ounce of their end-of-the-summer beauty while it lasts...
Happiness is really good pink wine and a farm-fresh dinner with my beloved by candlelight. Have I mentioned that we recently celebrated our 7 year anniversary? No "7 year itch" here. Everyday it is an honor to be married to this man. It is certainly not always easy, for either of us, but it is an honor to be this vulnerable with another human being. At the end of the day, he makes me laugh, he makes me feel safe, he makes be believe that everything is going to be alright. I need to be reminded of that sometimes. He has been struggling with demons of his own lately, and I pray that I can be a grounding presence for him in his darkness, as he so often is for me in mine. I love you sweetie!
This wine is from a vineyard on Long Island and it is the best pink wine I've ever had by a long shot. I kind of have a thing for pink wine in the summertime. There's just something about the sweet, refreshing, chill, not to mention that I usually by the Gallo White Merlot that comes in one of the big bottles for $6.99. My friend Margie turned me on to the joys of cheap, pink wine on a summer night many years ago, and I have an affection for it because my grandfather drinks a glass of White Zinfandel every single night. But this pink wine, this was truly good. Even Papa D liked it, gourmet that he is!
Happiness is a walk in the woods with my girl in the afternoon sunlight, finding treasures and early signs of autumn.
