September
Today is September 28th 2019. I am sitting on my front porch and I hear the evening sounds of crickets chirping as the daylight begins to fade into darkness. It is 7:33 pm and the darkness is settling in around a gray skyline.
I light a candle to see as I knit on my front porch. I hear a faint rumble... could that be a sign of rain.... we have not had rain for weeks... we need the rain so desperately...
Cool evenings early darkness all signs that fall is in the air!
The leaves are changing much earlier this year and I find myself grabbing my fuzzy robe in the morning as I drink my morning coffee on the porch.
Today I posted a photo on facebook of my front porch. The caption was “There is no place like home”. Instantly, I got a response from my daughter about the tree in the front yard that had the perfect hole for little critters to make their home. Her response related to her first pet “Samantha Buns” a gray loop warred bunny we bought her to take care of as I took care of her new baby sister.
This house... this farm has had and continues to live and breathe in our hearts!
It has been home to my beautiful daughters..... the memories... it has been home to many a wayward traveler some stay just for a short visit and others seeking a loving embrace as they need comforted in time of dire need. It has been home to at least 5 dobermans and one Senior dog... bunnies, kittens, goats , sheep, goose goose and an occasional Hobo Joe...
There have been birthday parties and sleep overs, cookouts and thanksgiving dinners... Christmas mornings and Christmas trees... I still hear the whispers of two little girls finding candy Easter baskets on Sunday morning.
We celebrated the wedding reception of Jacqueline and Lukasz.
We learned loved and grew as a family in this house.....
The autumn leaves begin to fall around this beautiful home... just as they do year after year. The voices that echo in this home are here... forever... a part of the history of this home...
I embrace the moments and new stories will emerge.... more history ....
Blessings to all
Bee
Today is September 28th 2019. I am sitting on my front porch and I hear the evening sounds of crickets chirping as the daylight begins to fade into darkness. It is 7:33 pm and the darkness is settling in around a gray skyline.
I light a candle to see as I knit on my front porch. I hear a faint rumble... could that be a sign of rain.... we have not had rain for weeks... we need the rain so desperately...
Cool evenings early darkness all signs that fall is in the air!
The leaves are changing much earlier this year and I find myself grabbing my fuzzy robe in the morning as I drink my morning coffee on the porch.
Today I posted a photo on facebook of my front porch. The caption was “There is no place like home”. Instantly, I got a response from my daughter about the tree in the front yard that had the perfect hole for little critters to make their home. Her response related to her first pet “Samantha Buns” a gray loop warred bunny we bought her to take care of as I took care of her new baby sister.
This house... this farm has had and continues to live and breathe in our hearts!
It has been home to my beautiful daughters..... the memories... it has been home to many a wayward traveler some stay just for a short visit and others seeking a loving embrace as they need comforted in time of dire need. It has been home to at least 5 dobermans and one Senior dog... bunnies, kittens, goats , sheep, goose goose and an occasional Hobo Joe...
There have been birthday parties and sleep overs, cookouts and thanksgiving dinners... Christmas mornings and Christmas trees... I still hear the whispers of two little girls finding candy Easter baskets on Sunday morning.
We celebrated the wedding reception of Jacqueline and Lukasz.
We learned loved and grew as a family in this house.....
The autumn leaves begin to fall around this beautiful home... just as they do year after year. The voices that echo in this home are here... forever... a part of the history of this home...
I embrace the moments and new stories will emerge.... more history ....
Blessings to all
Bee
