Pumpkin Sunrise

The blogging community is a wonderful place, don't you think so?  I love meeting all of you through comments, blog hopping and visiting, through exchanges of personal emails,  I love how supportive all of you are when someone is being challenged in health or life or maybe in knitting. All wonderful!   Stephanie over at woolythyme  blog sent me a lovely package of sock yarn scraps to make sure I keep knitting this blanket. Or wait, maybe I'm to finish this blanket ....I'm sure Steph will pick which one it is in the comments when she sees this. Anyways, yarn mail is the bestest mail in the whole wide world. So thank you Stephanie, with each stitch I'll be thinking of you :)  

Weekends are for memory making,  relaxing and enjoying quiet moments of our days.   If you would like, please share your weekend moments    in the comment section with a link to your blog.  On Friday, my sister and my brother in law arrived and the camera, social media and the internet was set aside.  I relished the entire weekend!  I wish I had a photo to share but the apples will have to do and you'll have to conjure up in your imagination how lovely my weekend was. We had dinners at home along with a yellow cake with chocolate icing. Conversations overlapping with news of family and friends, ideas of projects for the spring (still on about the painting before the wedding).  Lunch out, driving in traffic with windshield wipers that have reached their end.  How do I know?  The rain was endless.  My sister and I talked about living life fully.   Do you? Do I?   I guess the question is, "what is living life fully?".  For me, focusing on

Change is difficult for me.  I like, no I thrive, on the sameness of each day-same breakfast, same routine and yet I know that change is what makes life interesting.  Seasons change and I love how each one brings something special that I notice.  Year in and year out birds return to sing and herald in a new day.  Yet I listen with new ears and new awareness each March for the first time and appreciate their songs. As a mother, I faced changes throughout their growing up. Waving good bye as they boarded the bus for the first time wondering if those teachers know what they are doing (I think they did).  Watching my daughter go to orchestra festivals that were over night stays, same with my son.  Taking them to their undergraduate university dorms- another waving goodbye.  The same was repeated with the graduate programs. Throughout the stages, I wished them happiness and I adjusted to the new normal. I face aging with grace most of the time (ahem) and sometimes I am defiant agains