Fall is like New Year's Eve. We pull ourselves out of adirondack chairs, set our alarms to early morning hours to catch the flow of humanity pouring towards city streets and sounds and attempt once again to maintain balance. A wish list of possibilities forms in a space in our minds reserved for hope and better things to come. Shall we take some classes, look up old friends, resolve to take walks after dinner under a night-is-falling-sky. Explore our city, do some yoga, or simply enjoy an early night of reading in front of the fire. What is possible seems unlimited in the fall. It is a time of potential, it's a time of new beginnings, cravings, resolutions. We become again better versions of ourselves, feel more hope for ourselves and each other. It matters not if rains move in and traffic slows down. Our pace is slower, it is cooler days and warmer scarves, and colours everywhere of oranges and browns and burgundies and forest greens. It's the time before sleep, when contentment runs through us, and skims the surface of our days like a stone skipping ahead on smooth blue waters. It seems impossible that the stone will ever stop as it moves further away from the hand that freed it.
Time to start over
Best of August
August is finding time to be grateful that we have one more month of official summer to go. Hot coffee on the dock, watch the kids (and a few of the adults) cannoball off the rocks into the still-icy cold water, swat away those deer flys, clamber out onto wet wide planks of sun-warmed planks, huddle under too-thin cottage towels, reach for the cheesies, grab your book, change into dry clothes with a hoodie while hot dogs grill, and marshmallows on sticks with s'mores as a treat are waiting for the campfire tonight. Life at the cottage, loons call after dark when we're all bedded down, a lonely haunting call reminding us that August will soon end, and with it, Summer.
best of July
July is six o'clock mornings, coffee on the patio, it's going to be a hot one, open the umbrella, dog trots by to find the first sunny patch of the day. Pad around in bare feet, coral coloured geraniums and toes, sprinkler hiss and purple lavender bowing their plumy heads from visits of bees and hummingbirds. Let's visit a canal in Amsterdam, and see what's around this corner up ahead.
Let's bike by a shady canal
Tim McGraw & Faith Hill
Lessons in Laughing Out Loud - Rowan Coleman
Picture of the Week
When things are meant to be...
Skies over Utrecht
June is hello, nice to have you home again, and goodbye sweetpeas, have a wonderful trip. June is planning for it's just around the corner, and pauses to view a pink-tinged sky for signs that summer is almost here. June is tree house planning. June is re-reading the voices of Jem and Scout and Dill.
Let's build a treehouse
Sleep in the forest green...
Big Little Lies Soundtrack
Cold Little Heart - Michael Kiwanuka
Ruth Galloway Mystery Series
A lead character to love...
Picture of the Week
Paris lights are dimmed for London attacks.