Days

These days

the sun is falling asleep

just a lil after supper hour.

which reflects coziness.

yet my heart and skin

didn't get enough of summer’s loveliness.

but that's okay.

we are living in the month of October now

and Octobers are pretty lovely too.

One day

I went to Brandon with the sis in law.

I got to love on the nine month old niece

who is a love bug.

we shared sweet giggles

in the shopping cart

in her car seat

in my arms.

I love my nine month old niece.

and my sis in law.

watching her be a mom,

she rocks that role.

Another day

the brother and his wife and I

pile into his ol beater of a truck

and off we toodle to a farmer's shed.

we heap the trailer with lil straw bales.

come home.

unload them all

into the ol red granary.

and now our hampers

carry straw-sticken clothes.

One day

I sat on the tractor seat

and gathered the corral panels

for the round pen

to be assembled again.

then dad came out

and got it in a coherent, round shape

bless his heart.

Somedays

I even read.

gulp.

I’m learning to love reading.

It’s a cautious process.

This day

the brother and his painting skills

have come made themselves available.

so my bedroom's grey walls

are being rolled over with

colors dark green and warm white.

a beige bedspread is a gift

from the folks.

the ditches have supplied dried flowers

and thrift stores have supplied wicker baskets

and gold frames

and books.

cottage core.

- that's the vibe we are going for.

Everyday

my dear friend and I

snap a journal page

of thankfuls

to send to each other’s phone.

we do this

for we both needed accountability

in daily gratitude.

Somedays

I bake with the sourdough.

failure. success. failure. success.

on a messy repeat.

sourdough is an art I’m learning

through perseverance and grace.

Somedays

I do projects.

indoors. outdoors. on doors.

I enjoy.

Somedays

I plan lil girl outings.

it’s small and chill and sweet.

except the other day,

we had a surprise birthday party for a dear one.

a tad rambunctious we were.

I need my girls

more than they may ever know.

These days

I’m a stay at home daughter.

ha.

that's my lil joke.

in all seriousness though,

home is the best place for me to be

right now.

I won’t grieve on this blog.

this is not the spot to.

but I still wanna write.

about life. inspirations. ideas.

I'm writing again,

so I’ll throw some of those words

on here

somedays.

I hope you drink good coffee most days.

I hope you breathe fresh air each day.

and I hope to see you one day.