knee deep in weeds

a personal photo journal

currently || week 47

"When I don’t know what to do about something,” she tells me, “I just leave the idea alone for a while. A good idea will feed itself and grow. A bad one will disappear—as it should." 
— Sasha MartinLife From Scratch: A Memoir of Food, Family, and Forgiveness

r e a d i n g || Those Girls: A Novel by Chevy Stevens (we shall see) 
l i s t e n i n g || to MIndy Smith's Christmas Songs
d r i n k i n g || peppermint tea

w a t c h i n g || The Gilmore Girls on Netflix (still) 
l o v i n g || the twinkle lights in the neighborhood
h a s h t a g g i n g || thinking of giving up hashtags! 

p l a n n i n g || some photo projects for the new year
p r a c t i c i n g || forgiveness, listening and trust
c o o k i n g || simple 

e a t i n g || eggs, salads, soup and satsumas
f e e l i n g || nostalgic  
t h i n k i n g || about boundaries 

e n j o y i n g || these three grown men!  
g o i n g || to slow down and savor the season
t h a n k f u l || for friendship and the ability to be honest

how was your week?

gratitude || week 46

“After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.” 
― Oscar WildeA Woman of No Importance

the grocery and to do lists have been made and checked off
and he is doing one last run to the store
as i sit and write this, 
taking a break from the cooking i have been doing
all day long. . .  

some of our kids will be here tonight
arriving in pairs, with their dogs
and by this time tomorrow
they all will be here and house will be full
a bit chaotic, but good

"A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones." 
Arthur Conan Doyle

i am reflecting tonight about how i have worked
on practicing gratitude this year. . . 
taught myself to take note and acknowledge tiny details
and small nuances, recognizing them for the gifts
they are, the gifts that make up my life
and help to sustain me during each day  
be it full of light or darkness   

"Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude." 
— A. A Milne, Winnie the Pooh  

and tonight as i sit and wait
for all my kids to come home, in pairs, 
with their families,  
and their dogs . . .  
i think about how much
i have to grateful for, 
and i am humbled
and feel so fortunate
and so, so thankful  

i wish you a blessed Thanksgiving,
a day full of family and friends
good food, laughter and love


rain || week 45

“To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to.” 
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain  

the rain hinders both of us
causing him to hesitate at the back door
tail down and nose sniffing the cool, clean air,
let's go i say; as i walk him out onto the deck
i stand, in my morning sweats as the rain falls around us
then dart quickly back inside as soon as he heads down the stairs
and out into the yard

waiting at the gate 

“That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.” 
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

the rain is relentless
and one day i make three loaves of bread
then wonder what i am thinking
as it takes us so long to get through just one loaf any more
but it screams comfort food; full of nuts and seeds
and tiny bits of dates
and it fills the house with that fresh baked bread smell
and it makes the very best toast

every day we bundle up,
he in his bright blue rain slicker
me in my gore tex and knitted hat
because if we don't, we both get cranky
heading out between downpours,
i tuck my camera deep inside my coat
along with a few treats for him
and take my chances . . . 

“To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.” 
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain   

and then one day we wake to sun
i bag the gym (even though i know guilt may haunt me)
and we head to the river to walk the trail
he works the path, searching for new smells
rarely lifting his nose long enough to enjoy the sights
while i seek fall colors and liquid landscapes
along the way we meet a coon hound
whose baying puts his to shame,
although he gives it his best shot
as we dog-lovers stand beside them and laugh 

“People are always worried about what's happening next. They often find it difficult to stand still, to occupy the now without worrying about the future. People are generally not satisfied with what they have; they are very concerned with what they are going to have.” 
Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain  

how was your week?