It's me and it's been a long time. My life has had a season of extreme "busy"ness. This will continue until it changes. Huh. That's all.
Fall is my favorite season. (I actually say this at the beginning of each new season. I am weird that way.) I really love fall. We were married in the fall. The weather is just right. At least where we are planted, in our little part of the world. I made a roast tonight, with baked potatoes and broccoli. It was delicious. It tasted like fall. Do you know what I am talking about?
Things are pretty quiet, all things considering. We are on track with school.The boys are working hard on the guitars. I get choked up when they play and sing together. My chest squeezes really tight and I think it's going to burst. Trying to come up with some extra-curricular things to do with them.
Work is busy. And hard. Amazing, all at the same time. I've grown. I've changed. I am not the same person I used to be. Good and bad. It's complicated. Someday I will try to explain. But most of the time I am too tired for words.
I love this picture. Not because it's the best photo of flowers ever taken, but because it represents change. Also, where two seasons exsist at the same time. The super-tunias all hot pink with summer and the chrysanthamums all rusty with fall. That's were we are. Somewhere in the middle, where these glorious seasons meet.