To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven...
This season...this new for me season, is keeping me busy. This season where my housefulofboys is no longer a house full of boys. This season where my work life has taken a step forward and yet it has me questioning. This season where I am feeling both lead and held back, where I've been feeling both joy and sadness.
I guess I'm just turning and turning and turning. Just like a washing machine should...yet mine is not. Again.
The annual christmas fruitcake has been made...candied fruits and dried fruits and toasted nuts, all baked together in the most delicious simple batter and then gently wrapped in rum soaked cheesecloth and stored in the back of the fridge for the next month.
It's hard to not sneak a taste but it's so worth the wait.
Our little house on our little street got a fresh coat of paint.
Happy, happy paint.
The one thing I wasn't prepared for...well, I guess a better way to say it is that I had never really thought about it much in the busyness of raising boys, was how much I would like them as grown ups. These boys are just so fun to be with. Each of their personalities is so different from each other yet so much alike and I just love hanging out with them, talking about what's up, watching them work hard and become adults.
It's super fun and I'm glad I didn't rush the ealry messy stages thinking about them becoming adults...but I'm just enjoying them all so much.
Mainly because they are all quirky.
Middle borns are never, ever dull.
This little house has become a weekend refuge for many. It's pretty normal now to have the garden full on a Friday night not just with our guests, but our boys friends too. They like to 'pre-game' with us and then head out to whatever awaits 20-something year olds on weekends...and then they all make it back to sleep.
It's just....well, fun.
Quiet is overrated.
That guy that I like so much and I went out to dinner to Houston's the other night...he's been working crazy hours and we just needed a night out where someone else did the dishes.
And sometimes you just need their hot fudge sundae...it's probably one of the best things you'll ever eat. I have no idea why it's so good but it is...just trust me.
The weather in SoCal has changed and suddenly there are times of day when I just can't seem to get warm. I do like the shorter days...they remind me to unplug a bit. To cook meals and spend a little longer at the table with a glass (or two) of wine.
I'm missing the garden...it's still there but is beginning to enter it's 'sleepy' phase. It'll be back in all it's glory soon...and I'm already looking forward to spring because of it.
Thanksgiving is this week and I'm ready. The shopping is done, the cooking will begin tomorrow and on Thursday we'll fill the garden with a bunch of hungry people. All the boys will be here and I'm thankful...it's been a few years since we could swing that.
I have been getting my fill of Hllmark Christmas movies and am thinking of starting the christmas cookie baking this next week. I've got another cross country work trip coming up and so I've got to plan things out a bit more than usual.
Plus Brian is home from college this week...he's busy spending time with his friends who are home too, but we're squeezing in some lunches out together too. It's fun to spoil him a bit but I've got to admit, his schedule is doing me in...he heads out late and comes in early and it's so hard ot not worry.