The mountains are calling and I must go! December 29, 2015. Christmas has always been a special time of the year, but this holiday season has been a very unique one. This is the first holiday that I am responsible for creating memories for another human being. A scary and fascinating thought, all in one.

Friday, 13 November 2015. My husband had the brilliant idea of taking the leftover apple grindings from our cider pressing, mix them with cracked corn, acorns, a mineral block, and other things that deer like to feed on. He assured me that hunters would buy it. And then bit my words when he sold out in less than an hour. What the heck is this? The squash came in a CSA basket that my boss subscribes to. It came from Salt of the Earth.

Discussing the ups, the downs and the detours of motherhood. I have learned in getting older and having babies, that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. When our eyes are filled with love, joy, peace, hope and security we see what beauty can be. Beauty is ageless, it is faithful, it is uplifting and it comes from deep within.

یه حس و حال غریبی دارم که خیلی قشنگه. مثل نفس کشیدن تو خنکای پاییزه! الان دیگه وقتش رسیده که یه خونه تکونی اساسی واسه اتاقم انجام بدم. لباسای تابستون رو جمع کنم و زمستونیا رو بیارم. بعدشم کمدارو نگاه کنم و کم و کسری ام رو یاداشت کنم تا خرید کنم. جیم بزودی میره و چند وقتی نیست اما اینم بخشی از زندگیه که میدونم به خوبی از پسش برمیام. عطر! نوشته شده در یکشنبه بیست و هشتم مهر ۱۳۹۲ساعت توسط میس نون.