What do you say after it's been so long, you're weary of this season in your life, you're not sure if you ever really want to blog again (but some people would enjoy it if you would, like hubby, mom and sister, and you could imagine finding joy in it again ;-), you're perimenopausal, you feel raw and are just trying to survive, and can't see what's around the next corner?
I think it would all sound like one long whine, and I don't know who wants to read that.
Beautiful sunlight streaming into our woods and yard recently.
Karl began his new job three months ago and comes home for the weekends (our 135 lb. Redbone Coonhound stands watch over the house in Karl's absence). The house listed nearly two months ago and continues to attract traffic, and we've had some contracts that didn't work out for various reasons (controlled grimace).
Exploring in our creek down the hill.
There are fresh flowers and birthdays and children running and playing and meals and laundry and getting ready for house showings and loading the dog into the back of the vehicle for each one.
These red-dyed sunflowers make me smile every time I look at them.
And baby ring necked snakes and moths that match dark spots in beech tree bark and all the other normal stuff that makes up this life.
Baby snake (which I picked up), moth (unidentified), Ben lounging with Pepper,Maggie sewing on Nana's machine which she brought when she came to visit.
If I can find breathing space, I'll be back. I'd like to clean and freshen up the blog, unless real life intervenes. Until then, blessings to you and yours.