Glories run wild..........

I admit, with enthusiasm, that I am not a neat orderly person. Never have been. I have tried, trust me on this. I have friends and family members (my dear Mother), who take great pleasure in organizing. They become giddy at the thought of tackling a wayward closet. Me? Well, I can honestly say that I just don't understand the entire thought process that goes into the organizing of one's closet or anything else for that matter. I tend to be a 'grouper.' I stack things, pile things, and then will continue to relocate them until they are out of sight. I might add that it does drive the neater people of my family a bit crazy. My garden is a perfect example of two ideas run amuk. Every year I plan out and plant in semi neat rows. My tomatoes, pumpkins, cantaloupes, squash, and flowers are all planted. One year I stepped way over my boundaries and created four areas instead of one big group. The husband was most impressed. Yet, every year the garden takes on a life of its own. I love it. I weed and harvest, but very soon, it takes on a wild quality that is just beautiful to behold. I believe that there are pumpkins everywhere, and brilliant blue morning glories are shrouding the dying sunflowers. Ruby red cherry tomatoes peek out begging to be picked. It is my own personal little world of chaotic beauty, and I am happy.

What's in a wink?

The 'boy' winked at my teenager this week. She has been floating ever since. Apparently this was no ordinary wink, nor was he trying to clear his eye of a stray eyelash. This particular wink was smooth, suave, exquisitely executed, and perfectly timed. I imagine her stomach still flips when she runs through it in her mind. How wonderful that things never change. Life moves pretty fast, and we seem to grow up so quickly these days. Yet, that flirtatious dance still exists. Ok, there are many people who light speed the process, but it is still there. I remember those moments, many more tender and intimate than physically touching someone. When was the last time I gazed into the eyes of my loved one? It's been awhile, quite awhile. I should try it, I wonder if his eyes are still blue.? Watching the teenager and the 'boy' has been fun for me. Right now they revel in stolen glances. A hug brings blushes. Creativity has been enhanced as they try to figure out where they can casually 'bump' into the other during the weekends. She has been very open with all of us, and her enthusiasm is catchy. Just the other day, I caught my boy practicing his 'wink' in front of the mirror. That's right ladies... watch out!

Ramblings concerning heat........... or rantings!

I will just say it...... I am 'done' with summer. Oh yes I am! I am tired of ninety plus degree weather and I am highly put out with Mother Nature. My summer clothes are worn out, the pool will not hold chlorine, the kids have to wear socks to school, and I spend entirely too much time in the car. A car, I might add, that takes eternities to cool down. So, as with every year, I have begun to research real estate in the mountains. And this year, I am serious. All dreams start somewhere and mine have always begun and ended in the mountains. It will be marvelous. My children will be happy, all the time. They will be so busy exploring that video games and cell phones will cease to be relevant. They will run around the small quaint town and get into adorable scrapes. I will always be around because my beautiful shop will be just around the corner. It will house rare antiques and beautiful aprons crafted by yours truly. I will wear long flowing skirts and in the winter will wear beautifully knitted sweaters with my adorable, yet functional boots. MMMMM. The husband will be doing something manly. Stoking a fire or clearing a patch of land for our humble two story cabin with huge windows to watch the morning sun rise slowly over the evergreen pines *Sigh* Okay, so I was going to go on and list a few negatives about the cool crisp air of the mountains. I don't believe I will today. It is just to hot, and honestly, I need every bit of imagination I have to survive the end of September in the desert. So this is where we part ways. I hope you are cool where you reside at this moment. I am. My son has just finished tying cans to a dog's tail and is chasing him around the mountainside. The little girls are chasing butterflies and making dandy lion chains in the meadow behind my store. I am inside with all of the windows and doors open, breathing in the sweet air of the clouds. Yes, I think I even smell rain. Yes, with my eyes closed, I am cool.