I'm Grateful: Indian Summers

It is 63 degrees outside. It is beautiful. I don't remember the last time I walked around in the middle of November in a tee shirt, thinking about getting my sandles out, and knowing that there would be at least a week of this weather. A welcome respite from the cold.


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"Indian summer" makes me think of horses and fall leaves and pumpkins. The term was first used by a French American in the 1700's and in literature by John Greenleaf Whittier in 1841 in his poem "Memories"


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Thus, while at times before our eyes
The shadows melt, and fall apart,
And, smiling through them, round us lies
The warm light of our morning skies,--
The Indian Summer of the heart!
In secret sympathies of mind,
In founts of feeling which retain
Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find
Our early dreams not wholly vain

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The Indian Summers of the heart. Isn't that beautiful? There is something about the words that sets my heart alight and makes me feel free and happy. An Indian summer day to frolic and play. To walk and run and lie in the grass, out toes bare, our arms showing.

Ummm - here's my post

Well, kids, not much has been going on around here. The other day I took some pictures of William while Collin was raking leaves. I asked William the other day to stay 3-1/2 forever and he agreed to do it. If only . . .

My grandmother is probably rolling over in her grave that Will is bare footed. Children Always had to have socks on around her or they would catch a cold certainly (even though she hardly ever wore shoes and socks). I used to tease her all the time that I didn't have an undershirt on and was getting pneumonia even as we spoke, as this was the other dressing-your-child rule.

It has felt good taking it easier, not rushing all day long to get this and that done, looking at the dishes and being able to tell myself "That is someone else's job; I am not going to do them." Will has even been participating in the tidying up by putting his toys away. Isn't it something how they Love to help when they are little and they Despise it when they are teens? Hanging out with the kids more has been cool, too. I've always got Will, my Siamese twin, around, but the others are older and they are so busy. You've got to get your time in with them when you can.

Later today I see a new psychiatrist as my meds need some adjusting. I believe I'm beyond of the comfort level of my Family Doctor, although he might not want to admit it. And then maybe I'll take a stroll through Half Priced Books since I'll be so close to it. Love that place. Will get in my photo a day, fill some orders from the store. Life right now is pretty good.

They Make Me Happy

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:: Watching Will twirl his hair while he drinks his chocolate milk
:: Vintage keys
:: While Will twirls my pony tail while drinking his chocolate milk


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:: Cabotine perfume and it's beautiful bottle
:: Those cult classics of the 80's: Red Dawn, The Outsiders, Better Off Dead (ah, John), The Breakfast Club, and SO many others
:: Endless refills on Diet Coke


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:: The smell of lavender
:: Sweater weather
:: Whirligigs, except in my gutters


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:: The crunch of leaves underfoot
:: Putting on dry clothes after a drenching rain
:: Pony tails held together by ribbon bows


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