Weather the Season…

I confess that I love Autumn and all its glorious, radiant and vibrant colors. I am less impressed with impending winter.

For the eye of a photographer, the snow is a study in contrasts. I love finding that one burst of color amidst the blanket of white that covers and devours the Northeast. If only I could discover these amazing photos from inside, by the fireplace.

Sure the falling of the first snowflakes fill me with wonder and nostalgia but I didn’t drive or have to go to work when I was young so factoring in travel time, icy roads, and bald tires were not relevant in my kid’s world of snow. Snow days were the gift of the weather Gods. Shoveling was play time not work time.

The raw beauty of the snow moves me but mostly it makes me want to move to a warmer climate. For some reason I feel more productive when the sun is out and the days are longer and warmer.

And yet, I am a four season girl. I like the transition from one season to another, it makes me feel like I am being given a do-over, a clean slate, if you will.

So, it is with reluctance that I welcome the impending winter. I am grateful that we get to the chance to meet again. Even if I have to bundle up for the honor.

Winter Harbor
Winter Harbor
Snowy Lighthouse
Snowy Lighthouse

Thank You Veterans

To All who have worn the Uniform, to their courage and sacrifice,

to their strength and service, we will never forget.

To All of our heroes who have served and continue to serve today—

Thank You!

 

Thank You.
Thank You.

Nature’s Stage!!

Autumn is my favorite time of the year. I try to remember to focus on the Technicolor feast that is artfully displayed by Mother Nature for my conspicuous consumption and to my heartfelt delight.

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I push the thoughts of the impending cold, darkness, and snow out of my mind and revel in the spirit of the season, its colors, the changing leaves, and sweaters, the joy of needing one. Enjoy!

 

Pumpkin Cart
Pumpkin Cart
Farm Fresh
Local Nursery
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Farm Fresh
Pumpkin Patch
Mini Pumkins

Tercentennial Birthday Parade

My Little Town celebrated its 300th birthday, officially called the Tercentennial Birthday Parade. Who doesn’t love a parade? I must admit,  I didn’t know what number of years Tercentennial represented. Did I study this in school? No matter, I looked it up, it’s 300 years. We had a lovely parade with over 2,000 participant’s, major by our little town standards. To put it into perspective, our annual Memorial Day parade is usually 10-15 mins long, with less than 500 marching and this extravaganza was over an hour and half long, in the blistering 90 degree, September weather. I know because my sons kept reminding me of the temperature every 15 minutes or so.

People began putting out their chairs and roping off spaces for their family and friends the night before the festivities even began.  Normally, there is no need to jockey for space or to put your chairs out the night before, but this was the Tercentennial Parade! The flurry of activity had our poor little town in a tizzy but they managed to pull the whole thing off without any major hiccups. Happy 300th Birthday Little Town! Enjoy the Parade.

 

The calm before the parade
The calm before the parade

 

Set up
Set up
Setting the stage
Setting the stage
Still more crowds and you can see why setting up chairs was necessary.
The crowds line the street
Our  neighboring police
Our neighboring police
And the parade begins
And the parade begins
Marching kilts
Marching kilts
And more Kilts.
And more Kilts.
Still more kilts
Still more kilts
The history of our Little Town
The history of our Little Town
Minute Men
Minute Men
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Ready, Aim, Fire!
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Another little town nearby
An unusual sight
An unusual sight
Now that's a tank
Now that’s a tank
Winged women
Winged women
Winged women on stilts
Winged women on stilts
Fashion season circa 1700s
Fashion season circa 1700s
Firehouse Dixie Band
Firehouse Dixie Band
Obligatory clown car
Obligatory clown car
Really not sure.
Really not sure.
Veiled ladies
Gold veiled ladies??
Again, not sure
Again, not sure
Zamboni ice cleaner?
Zamboni ice cleaner?

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Marching band
Marching band
Boys scouts
Boys scouts
Girl scouts
Girl scouts

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The crowds :)
The crowds 🙂
Home town favorites
Home town favorites

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer’s End…

By now all the backpacks are packed, lunches are made, schedules outlined, bookbinders and folders are all labeled with each child’s name and the Summer is Over!

It’s been a great and memorable summer of lounging around with my two boys. I admit the pace was hardly, restful, but I learned a lot about my sons, maybe more than I thought I wanted to know.

1. If I let them they would stay up all night or until they fall out on the floor exhausted and still they insist they are not tired.

2. The have a never-ending need to discuss our menu options for the day. And since the two of them rarely agree on anything this conversation can last from breakfast well past lunch. Unsolicited food reviews in my house are a common occurrence.

3. Even if they say they like a certain food, or have had a particular food, (“I love Quiché I had it at Grandma’s”),  I have to check, and double check their expressions to see if they actually like it. If the food isn’t up to their standards and or expectations and they don’t want to eat it, I launch into my usual spiel, (#74), about the blessings of having food, having the choice of food, and about people starving all over the planet…ok, you see why they might avoid going down that road, again.

4. They are frequently cavalier with their never-ending criticisms; of my work (“do you really have to?”), of food (“is that our only choice?”), adventure (“my friend went to this other place and said it was way better”), vacation plans (“but I wanted to go to the Bahamas!”), hairdo (“did you mean to make it look like that?”) and affection in public, (“it’s better if you don’t hug or KISS us EVER in front of people”). If I was dating them, I would have broken up with them by now for sure.

5. They have begun to question the wisdom of  well, My wisdom!? Do I really know how to get back to the bumper boat place? Ah yeah,  I was there with you guys and I drove you there in first place, remember? This is followed by blank stares.

6. They have perfected the middle school/ junior high school eye-roll when I ask mundane/chore related questions. I must do this far more often than I realized or their eyes are locked in a perpetual roll. I fear head spinning isn’t far behind.

7. Swimming played a big role in our summer fun and I don’t mean swimming like regular people swim, I mean like jumping on your brother’s back and pushing him underwater until he lurches out of the water gasping for air, Swimming. Big fun!

8. My beloved sons are not capable of minding their own business especially if they feel they are well versed on a subject. When I am talking to one son the other chimes in with his opinions, insults, useless and often irrelevant remarks and then is supremely offended when I ask him to butt out. Of course, being 9 and 12 does not lend itself to vast experiences, still they can wax poetic for hours until I am forced to leave run from the room, some say shrieking. I can neither confirm nor deny this as I am usually covering my ears and humming at this point.

9. They pass one another in a hallway, driveway, store or kitchen and they poke, push, and trip each other all the while giggling with ghoulish cackling, and fiendish delight. Then they look up at me with their beautifully innocent brown eyes and say, “What, it wasn’t me, he did it first.”

10. The funny thing is that when they return to school tomorrow, I’m going to miss them more than I thought. They made me laugh out loud at silly jokes and antics that I remember laughing about with my friends and family as a kid too. They made me forget about being an adult for a while. I plotted ways to sneak up on them and douse them with the garden hose in our yard and with great superiority and no shame, I would pull out the “Mother” card when they tried to reciprocate, (please note; this is not a good use of the  Mother card as it gains you no respect when they return fire soaking you from head to toe, and they will).

Having kids forces me to be the parent and to be a “Grown Up” and I discovered this summer, I don’t want to grow up, so there.

I hope everyone had a wonderful summer. Have a happy and safe school year.

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