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This is my therapy.

 In September I became a booth. Really, my garage filled up with my "stuff". And I started painting, organizing , pinning displays and vignettes. Day-dreamy, time-wasty kind of stuff.

 My fourteen year old son became a Junk Hunk. Junk Hunk; noun- a male, of any age, who helps his mama, wife, sister, girlfriend, or his mama's friend, sister, and girlfriend, move furniture, tack up pages of maps on a wall. Dolly a vintage refrigerator up a second floor via a ramp. Hold this, put this here. No wait, over there. xx I love you. Wait , I don't like that. put it over here. Thank you hunny!  Now that's what I call a Junk Hunk. 

Back to the booth. This isn't a picture of the booth. Which is named "Mary Ann and Donna Lou" and maybe someday I will tell you that story. I will. This is a window display that I was asked (humbled me) to be a part of. I know you may not understand, but looking at this photo makes me want to cry. Such a blessing to me. Is it possible that adding more to my life would be a blessing? Well in this case, in my case, it is. I have gone back and forth with my mister. But he has supported every last day-dreamy, time-wasty bit! While I paint, create, dream, I relax. I smile. I breath. I'm in love.

The people there, smile, greet, and have happy conversations. Happy conversations. That's just what the Dr. ordered.

 



We are at that place in time- where summer and fall meet.

 

Hello again,

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.

 

With love,

From Montana