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It’s kinda lame mom didn’t blog about you on your 6th birthday, huh?

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Oh, my beautiful boy. It’s partly because I’m speechless….but mostly because I’m disorganized. You know me.

Let me just say tonight, before I go to bed, that you refused to believe you weren’t six at 7:20 pm when you knew you were. I told you, “But Ford, you weren’t born until 8:11pm, six years ago. We were in the hospital, watching the first episode of Star Trek Enterprise, and just when daddy was getting really comfortable with Jolene Blalock’s tight vulcan silhouette, YOU started being born. And a few minutes later, there you were. Just like that. And with your conehead, you could have been an extra on the show. Your head was really pretty funny looking when you came out.”

“I’m still 6.”

6 hours later, I can say with all my heart that yes, you indeed are. Happy Birthday, Ford!

xoxo,
Mama

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Hello Fall

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Sandwiched between the cooler, softer edges of the fall day:
Intense, hot noons. Snapping cicadas crack
and oak leaves crunch beneath their stomping little boots.
We enjoyed one light rain, which lasted all night,
but that was last week.
I feel it coming.
The yellow jackets feverishly swarm the lunch tables;
black walnuts roll across the driveway;
still-green acorns find their way home in pockets,
caps still attached;
the basil looks tired;
morning glories creep across the breakfast room window;
and for one full day, you discover that the beach hasn’t seen fog.
While the East Coast may be feeling the cool rustle of autumn,
and the hurricane season has begun in the south,
by the subtle rhythm of the fog
and the arrival of new fruits from the garden
we can clearly guess that it’s no longer summer here in northern California.

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summer’s end for fall

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Now that I’m back, I notice that Leslie has tagged me for a meme. I kind of need to be forced to make a list. This fall is off to a chaotic but downright joyful start, so it’s right to sit down and prioritize.

Gotta start with a fun project. The boys and I are going to hack our way through this book and write about it  😉

Now that the canoe is christened for the season, I want to slip it in here and camp out later here.

And make costumes for them and me. I also want to take the funk up a notch around here, and variations on these would look fantabulous around our house.

The motherf#$ing gophers have me planning my defense, graced with these, finally,
among some of these.

Time to grab a board and suit , finally, and learn. Or die. I’m tired of being curious.

Inevitably, I’ll envision what I’d like to stock a few acres with when we move back to Texas in a few years.

The rest is business as usual. Yadayadayada.

What about you? What’s on your autumnal agenda? And have you been tagged yet (not having been online much lately, I wouldn’t know)? If you haven’t, then here! Now you’ve got the baton.