I’m not dead. No one has died. If you have noticed a three-week absence it is because life has been splendidly wonderful in other areas and thus not allowing for the luxury of writing. Think 4am clandestine meetings with iPads and convincing a two year old to get back to bed! An adorable 11 month…
What do Cinderella pumpkins, honey bears in forests, and gorgeous weddings have in common? October. It has been awhile since I have written a “Tracking” post, but October has inspired the theme once again. It was a fun-filled month of festivities. Exhibit 1: A hot October for trips to the beach.
Bright orange pumpkins lined the gravel drive. Rainbows of apples were stacked challenging any customer not to carry them home with a chubby pumpkin underarm. Parker’s Orchard fruit stand, located in the Brushy Mountains of North Carolina, is the quintessential Americana country shop.
The line is set. The distance between is precise. The inevitable push is lurking. Click, click, click, click, the porcelain rectangle hits the next, and the next, and the next. All the preparation has paid off. The line moved in tandem with my expectations. Click, click, click, one fell after the other as if passing…
There have been many perks to marrying into Chris’ family. High up there is his mom’s cooking. As I’ve mentioned before, I took the “This isn’t how my mom’s tasted…” comments early in our marriage in stride. Primarily because I was trying to achieve exactly that – her recipes – because they taste so good.…