My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Friday, September 24, 2010


It’s coming.  I just know it.  It must be coming… right?

I tell that to my kids every day as they climb into the car after school, red-faced, sweaty, and thirsty.

“Fall will be here soon, and then you won’t mind that 60 second walk to the car at all!”

I am seeing a few hints.


(Picture taken by Savannah, who has an eye for photography I think.)

My Pecan tree out back is heavy with ripening fruit.  (Nuts, that is.  Fruit sounded so much more poetic.)

Some days it stays under 105 degrees.  Not every day, of course, but it has happened a couple of times. 

And there is a brief moment, early in the morning, when you can walk outside and think “It’s almost nice enough to want to be outside.”  Almost.

I’m doing my part to usher it in.  You know, to hurry things along.  The other day I made a pork roast with apples, sage and cinnamon.  Definitely a fall dish.  And I’ve been wearing my Bath and Body Works Country Apple lotion.  That definitely says fall to me.

It won’t be long now…


  1. I am having those same urges to "usher" in the fall. I bought a pumpkin cream candle!

  2. Well I am reading this in my cozy long sleeve shirt and sweatpants thinking fall is hear already...Then I realize I am in a place that when people told me the weather actually got up to 90 degrees this summer then look at me like I should be shocked... I can't help but giggle, but who will be giggling when winter rolls around... Not me!