Well hello there. I hope this blog post finds you well.Last week we took some time off to enjoy the fall weather.
Each little outing we attempted started out with mishaps. I mean mishaps to the point where we almost gave up and said, forget it, let’s not do it.We plunged forward anyway, and each outing turned out perfect.For one of our outings we entered an enchanted forest. Or at least it felt that way.I wondered if talking critters and pixies might approach us at any moment.What does this have to do with bloggers and Dreams, like the title says?
Nothing. I’m changing subjects now.
Lately, I’ve found myself having dreams about my blogger friends. In one dream, I was at some sort of a bloggers convention. Anneli was there, and so was Angela.I remember asking Anneli (in the dream) if I was pronouncing her name correctly.
I also remember asking Angela how she was doing after having to say good by to her beloved Sunburst, the horse.
This has happened before, dreaming about bloggers, and it tells me that you’ve all had a significant influence in my life, and I thank you.I may be scarce (or in and out) in the blogging world in the coming days. Hopefully I’m wrong, but I fear there are some tense days ahead. We’re going to need to take special care during the coming days.
Everyone stay safe and well.
Here we go again into another season without my Max. The grieving process is different for each individual, and for me, the first year is brutal with experiencing the change of seasons without him.
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Air conditions are off. Heat pumps and furnaces are off. Goldilocks is enjoying this “just right” weather. Everything is quiet, and I hear something rustling in the brush. Continue reading “Four Days for Goldilocks”
What a perfect night for Halloween in suburban Chicago 2018. The temperature requires only a sweater. The sky displays layers of pale yellow to pinkish-gray, reflecting onto golden glowing trees.
Continue reading “A Glimpse of Halloween”
On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
The breeze caresses my skin like cool mint.
My hair gently flows in its wake.
Cold? Really? You’ve got to be kidding me.
The simple things in life entertain me. You have no idea how happy I am to experience autumn. After living in Florida for more than twenty years. I miss it so. (For those who missed my other blogs about my visit back home to the Chicago suburbs, click here, here and here.)
Most of you likely get to experience this every year, so these photos may be nothing new to you. But, oh how they tickle my soul and save the wonderful memory for me.
This is the time of year I start to get nostalgic, and sometimes melancholy.
Where I grew up in the Midwest, my family and I spent Sundays watching football. We were die-hard fans, even when our team was losing and the games were blacked out. We listened to them on the radio when that happened. Younger Bears fans probably couldn’t imagine Soldier Field not selling out and subsequent blackouts. Continue reading “This Time of Year”