Where Does the Time Go?

Here we are, running out of another month. July is almost over and I don’t know where it went. That happens a lot. We don’t live a hectic, fast-paced lifestyle. Brad is retired. We are enjoying the time we spend together with each other and our family. A day goes by. And another. We blink. And another month is nearly gone.

It’s not like I have a list of things to do or deadlines for anything in particular. I’m just living my life, day to day. As is Brad. As is our daughter and her husband and children.

I don’t feel as though time has passed me by in any way. I have no real regrets or a feeling of not having accomplished something in my life. Nothing could be further from reality. And I’m not talking about a college degree and a career outside the home. I’m doing, and have been doing, exactly what I always wanted to do for over forty-six years. Namely, be a wife and mom, now a grandmother and great-grandmother, and make sure that our house is truly a home.

I’ve referred to our home and acreage as The Hermitage for a good reason for many years. It’s a blessing to be able to do what needs to be done away from home and then retreat back here to the solitude we crave. It’s peaceful. It’s quiet. No one comes out here much and it’s either family or someone we’ve been expecting.

But for some reason, on occasion, the fact that I’ve lost track of the days seems to catch me unawares. And that’s OK. I have another birthday coming up in autumn. My age doesn’t bug me. It’s just a fact of life and rather interesting to find myself another year older and wiser.

I tend to live my life in tune with the seasons and thinking about August coming up has me realizing that summer will be over sooner rather than later. I love autumn. The cooler weather is such a relief from the heat of summer although our summers have not been that severe the past few years. Still, it’s so nice to be able to spend more time outdoors in the fresh air and sunshine when the weather begins to cool off.

So, I’ll dream of falling leaves and cooler weather and carry on with my knitting, spinning, rosary making and whatever happens to occupy my days and look forward to being able to wear my nice wool shawls outdoors.

Dreams of Autumn

Published by thenerdyyarnlady

I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl. I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles. In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s. I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.

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