Thursday, September 08, 2011
adjustment period
this week has been quite an adjustment. the first days of school always are. i also had a few writing assignments due this week and it has left me feeling a little depleted here on the blog. add to that all that rain (not summer rain, close the windows, cold grey rain) and all i want to do is to retreat to my bed and lie under the covers with my favorite pillow for more than a few hours if ya know what i mean...i guess i have a bit of the blues. end of summer, school daze, blues. next week our very last little one at home begins kindergarten. the final piece to this past month of SO much change. i am sure it will bring another week (or more) of even more adjusting for all of us. perhaps then we can all exhale a bit. the build up to each and every thing these past 2 months is taking its toll on me now. i know this too shall pass. the sun will shine again, autumn colors will begin to show, now rocky routines will settle into rhythms once more. soon it will be apple picking time, maybe i will knit something, or start a new quilt. what i'd really love to do is smuggle an entire loaf of fresh baked crusty bread under my covers, slather it in illegal amounts of butter and eat the whole darn thing... all will be well. all will be well.
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hang in there... i think grabbing that loaf of bread and slathering it in butter sounds divine! under the covers and all - who cares about the crumbs!
I'm feeling rather the same way. I think I might be eating more bread than you are, though. It will pass ~ it always does, and the sun will shine and spirits will rise again...
i'm hearing your words my friend, i'm thinking of you. xoxo
Illegal amounts of butter. lol. Sounds like heaven.
I'm not sure why it took me so long to find your blog, but glad I did. I'm sad too about summer being over, although we don't have the gray days, most of all I love how you find the good the fresh baked bread, the quilts apple picking and things like that. -red
thinking of you, mama...
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