July is birthday month in our household. Both of our daughters were born in July. And my mom's birthday was in July, too. Not only did we have parties, but we also had fireworks. And cake. And Vacations. Basically, we had a lot of fun over the years. It's quiet here this year. No birthday… Continue reading Why July is my favorite month
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Those summer skies
In Wisconsin, when our temps outside hit the 90-degree mark, it is not a dry type of heat. Nope, it is hot and humid. Fog rolls across our fields with the sunrise. And when it heats up too much, we tend to head back inside to cool off in the air conditioning. I've been waiting… Continue reading Those summer skies
A perfect empty nest friendship gift
I've discovered, as a little birdie in an empty nest, alongside a handsome Mr. who humors me, we can do this empty nesting thing. Well, not really, we're both still learning. But, we know we/I'd have to one way or another. It is inevitable. All parents go through it. At least I'm not alone, even… Continue reading A perfect empty nest friendship gift
A welcome trail to and from the empty nest
In one month I've had the opportunity to see both of our daughters. As they came and went, I thought back to when they were just little tikes that needed their parents. They've grown quickly and that time in life now seems so far off. A well-loved and somewhat distant memory. I didn't get to… Continue reading A welcome trail to and from the empty nest
This empty nest mom’s solo adventure
As an empty nest mom, I wonder a lot about what my kids might be up to, or how they are doing, or I think about how fun it was to have them arrive home every day after school to tell me how their day went. They'd go off to their little school and… Continue reading This empty nest mom’s solo adventure
The wild edges of my little ol’ yard
It was a chilly 44 degrees this morning. Me and my wild-a** morning hair, my camera, and a little ol' pup with a nose for adventure, headed out to see if the plants survived the chill of the night. The irises haven't bloomed yet. My hand wasn't as steady as I hoped, but I did… Continue reading The wild edges of my little ol’ yard