...literally. Not only are these the last of my photos of our visit to LFG - which have nothing to do with this post really - it feels as though the long summer days have finally come to an end. The night sky is arriving earlier than usual, the geese are gathering, even regular programming is beginning. Thank goodness for that schedule because my brain is already in overload mode trying desperately to keep up with the new demands that have arrived with fall. Everything is pointing to a shift, if you will, in life and seasons and I'm trying to do my part.
I know things have been dreadfully quiet around here the past couple of weeks; and while much of our time was spent enjoying the last days of summer, the rest was dedicated to the de-cluttering that never took place before our move last year. A whole section of our garage was filled to the brim with toys and baby paraphernalia just waiting for a yard/garage sale, shocking isn't it? After 3 attempts, foiled by rain, I am happy to report a most successful sale took place two weekends ago. The entire proceeds of the sale, $ 500+ went to the kids for some techie stuff that they've been patiently waiting for. As for the rest of the items, they were immediately loaded into the van and taken to the local charity we support. Ahh, it feels good to see that corner of the garage.
The other thing that I was (painfully) working on, was the remainder of the kids baby clothing. Whilst a good portion of the boys clothing was given away to family, I was finally able to start on some of the girls' items destined for our local family of multiples garage sale which took place this past Saturday. During the sorting as I pulled out item after item, it became increasingly clear how fast time has gone by and how big my "babies" are now It was also surprising to see how attached I would be to a few particular items of clothing. I mean it's not like the clothing are my children, but still, it's that they spent time in those items and now that time is gone. sniffle.
At the heart of my mixed emotions is knowing that as I let all these "things" go, it is an indication that I probably won't be having anymore children. Yes, I'm one of those confused sorts that most days wishes she had a sweet baby to hold and cuddle, but at the same time I feel that my hobby filled, homeschooling lifestyle with four kids keeps me busy enough, too busy to add another wee one (or two - could be twins again, right?) to our clan... *sigh*
Not all seasonal changes are meant to be easy, I know that much. But like I said earlier, I'm trying to do my part, even if, I may or may not be guilty of keeping a few special items - babies first walking shoes and first picture outfits - that will remain locked away for me to treasure...forever. You can hardly blame me right?
All for now...xxx. I hope your Monday is lovely and the season is gentle to you.
More photos from Lower Fort Garry.
On our travels back in time to the 1800's, one common theme that stood out amongst the people was how hard they worked, at everything.
If you wanted to eat, you grew your own garden.
If you wanted to see at dusk or night, you made candles.
If you wanted to stay warm during the frigid winters, you knit your own sweaters.
And of course you would first have to spin your own wool.
I really like that last part but wonder how different my life would look if I had to do all those things for survival.
Sometimes the best breaks are the unexpected ones. The kind you don't plan but life plans for you by whisking you away into the happenings of each day. That's where I am these days. In the moment, with the kids and with our friends. We've been busy doing it all, beaching, walking, talking, biking, playing, visiting and all those activities that make summer, so easy, a season. While I know it can't last forever, we are doing our best to stretch it out before the hussle & bussle takes so many of our dear friends away into their own schedules.
Yesterday one of our outings took us to Lower Fort Garry, a historical site dedicated to the oldest intact stone fur trading post in North America where costumed interpreters bring the stories to life. It's like walking onto the set of Little House on the Prairie.
The furs stored in the attic were a sight to behold, made me momentarily wonder if PETA knows this place exists.
And while Miss A was definitely unhappy to see the Buffalo skin on the floor of the teepee, no doubt practicing for her future PETA position, I was most happy seeing that the general store was stocked full of fabric. Gave me a little hope that perhaps I could have survived those times.
Stayed tuned for more photoblogging posts of our visit to Lower Fort Garry.
It's the long weekend for us and yesterday we made our way to an old park that was new to us. It was filled with great spaces to hide in and explore. Why we didn't make our way sooner to this park is beyond me but I'm so glad we finally discovered it.
I'm looking forward to returning again and again. Happy Monday! xxx
We are so thoroughly enjoying our break from everyday life. My hubby is looking rested and relaxed. The kids are loving having dad around for each moment of their day. We came up with an acronym and vacation theme: EDWARD. I recently read through the first two books in the Twilight series something I was putting off until I heard the author liked the band Muse, one of my favorites. The books can't be all that bad if the author likes Muse, right??
As for the acronym:
My eldest son said just yesterday that everyday should be an Edward day. I agree ;)
I'll check in again this week with some more photos and should be back to regular blogging early next week. Have a great Monday. xxx
I'm getting ready to make bread but it all starts here with some fresh zucchini.
I'm all set now so I've gotta run, you know the zucchini calls. It's been fun exploring green this week and makes me a bit hopeful that spring is near despite the new snow that fell yesterday. Until then I'll have to be content finding inspiration from the green that is indoors. Have a great weekend.
We skipped the whole china thing and decided to collect my favorite stoneware from the UK.
When we lived in the UK our first year of marriage we made a point of visiting the town of Denby . That was an exciting treat for me. But we were poor students that year and I was weak in the knees over stoneware. I did the most logical thing, I called my mother and asked her if she would foot the bill for some pottery until we got home and could pay her back. She agreed. Good mumma. So we loaded our rented car up with tons of pieces from the collection, carefully packaged and labelled with fragile stickers all over the boxes, we chanced it all to bring home some pottery goodness. It was more than we expected when every item arrived home with us, undamaged and completely intact. After 15 years of marriage our Denby is still going strong.