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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 247 :: joy is fall

9 Sep
{football sundays}

Saying goodbye to summer is such sweet sorrow. Knowing that fall is just around the corner and the holidays soon after. Football Sundays kick of the transition between warm and cold, summer sun and fall leaves, beach days and beer cheers.

One of the things we look forward to experiencing again by moving back to New England is the seasons. Going from hot to crisp to warm again. Apple pickings, leaf peeping, snow skiing, and the beachy breeze, in that order, and then repeat.

A Fall Football Sunday is just the kickoff. A demarcation. An announcement that the seasons are changing and there is more adventure ahead. What joy.

Are you ready for some football?

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joyful}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 268 a season for kindness

25 Sep

Hello Fall.

IT’s almost October.  And what I know about October is this: the month of harvest. It’s also the month that my goals and promises each year take hold. Just like this tree I spotted the other day:

The tree is turning red as the season is turning a corner. It has me thinking about KINDNESS, and what this year is teaching me. As the season changes, so do my understandings. Every year this happens. In October.

It is the month of understanding — the time of harvesting all that has been planted, all that has been dreamed of, all the efforts that have been exerted begin to come into full bloom.

So, I am excited to welcome October, and the lessons that are to be collected up, gathered and enjoyed. It’s just around the corner.

More tomorrow….

Lovemore,
Jamie

{hello fall}
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Day 306: a bite of frost

2 Nov

I’m an Idaho girl.

Born and bred in the valley between the mountains. Learned to ski and hike and fish too (even though I screamed in disgust when the worms slimy innards bled all over my fingers as I attempted to attach it to a hook).

So you’d think I would take to all things outdoors — including winter.
So. Not. True.

I run cold.
And, this is what I woke up to this morning on my car windshield.

If there was any doubt in my mind, it is now officially confirmed by nature: summer is over.

Despite a few random snow storms up the east coast, winter is officially on it’s way. The birds have flown south and the frost has arrived.

There’s something so yummy about this time of year.
There is fall and then there is fall CLOTHING. Instead of hibernating, I believe we humans disguise ourselves like animals; in warm wooly sweaters like sheep and tall turtle necks like the tortoise.

Just like animals.
We are seasonal survivalists.

As for me, surviving this year, I am learning this no shopping thing is definitely the hardest when the seasons change. It’s as if shopping and food and family and traditions are in the air when the leaves sprout or turn.

As I sit here typing away in my warm and scrumptious Nellie Partow original wrap sweater with wooly slippers and three layers of t-shirts, all I crave is a piping hot cup of chocolate, baked squash and pumpkin pie. Add a fireplace and Mama Sling in the kitchen and it feels glorious, comforting, warm and welcoming.

A sharp contrast to the bite of frost outside.

It’s like I can smell the nutmeg.
And, it reminds me that we are all of the earth: then, now and later.

Since this earth up here in Massachusetts is about to freeze, I can honestly say it’s a good thing I fly south to Florida in a few days (drive south, that is).

Can you hear that?
My flip flops are already begging to be let out of the bag.

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