…we put up the christmas tree.
Tag: northern california
quietness and rest
beautiful rain. a long, long saturday afternoon nap. a quiet and content (sweater-wearing) little dog. candles on the coffee table. a kicking little baby, whom i can’t wait to meet in just 6 weeks (hopefully not 7 or 8 weeks, HA!). new yarn for Christmas presents. an Elf evening planned with the family.
and now, to put some biscuits in the oven. biscuits and (leftover thanksgiving) gravy, here we come.
thanksgiving: food & flowers
my plate on Thanksgiving. all homemade, all gluten-free, corn-free, and dairy-free.
fresh flowers on grandma’s kitchen table
thanksgiving morning in photos
christmas officially starts now
apple hill ranch rule: please no photos.
somebody let my brother-in-law and i loose at apple hill with our cameras. we may have embarrassed the rest of the family.
and yes, he shoots nikon. i have a canon. it’s just the way it is. =)
for now, i want to stay
just a little preview of an upcoming project… (remember the pendant inspiration i blogged about last month?)
now back to the laundry and the dishes. (why do these two things multiply so quickly? and it’s only the dirty piles that grow. the clean piles never, ever do.) but, it’s ok. the dog is snoozing, my husband is working on an art test, and the music of josh rouse fills the house. a rather peaceful november night.
I know somewhere there is a party going down.
Interesting people; conversation to be found.
I’ve lived in cities where there is no solitude
Made some friends there that I hope I’ll never lose.
But, for now, I want to stay in this quiet town. -Josh Rouse
of cedarwood, acorns, and being 30 weeks
it smells sweetly of cedarwood inside these walls, cedarwood intermingled with the invigorating scents of eucalyptus and tea tree oil. such is the unintended result of a having discovered a few jumpy fleas on the little dog. it was doggie spa, last night, with freshly laundered dog beds and toys and blankets, and a long soapy doggie scrubdown in the tub. he’s a pile of fluffiness today, a little walking diffuser of cedarwood oil.
outside, there are various engine rumbles and engine stalls, alternating between a sputtering and a roar without any sort of pattern or rythmn. little dog reacts with a muffled cross between a bark and a sigh. the oak trees stubbornly cling to their leaves, hesitant to drop even one aged and crumbling leaf. the acorns, on the other hand, eagerly leap down, one after another, until the patio rings with their staccato descent to freedom.
the sample ballot lies open beside me. tiny little ovals ask for my yes or no, and i get lost in the pros and cons.
inside my womb, our little girl stretches and turns and kicks. she pushes up against my hand resting across my stomach, as if to say hello. i smile. it’s hard to believe it has already been 30 weeks. only 10 weeks to go.
i can’t wait to meet you, little girl!!
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