Outside, the wind is swirling so many autumn leaves so high, it’s like living in a fall snow globe.
It feels like I have a place in this lovely, little town; I’m just not sure where it is yet.
To love and care for my old dog, who loved and cared for me so very well in his prime, has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
Don’t tell my husband or my mother in law, but my daughter is reminding me of everything I ever loved about Christmas before working in retail destroyed that love. At least I thought it was destroyed . . .
We were going to call our little farm Boldlygo, but just the other day, my sweet Sunshine brought me a book off of her shelf and we read it together. It was a long-forgotten favorite of mine and fits too perfectly to pass up naming our place The Tomten Farm.
As it always does, fall is pulling me into myself where all the winter words are, and though it hasn’t always been a pleasant journey, I find myself looking forward to writing from that dark, silent space.
I don’t know how he is always the man of my dreams when my dreams are always changing. I just know that every day I wake up and it’s still him.