Dear Fall,

Took a drive through the mountains.

Please accept my deepest and

most sincere apologies.

You are lovely.

Love,

Mindy.

p.s. Could you please stay around

a little longer this year?

I like you, but I don't like your

ugly step-sister...winter.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.....

I love the first day of Spring.

It means my favorite time of year is beginning.
It means that swimming, playing and riding bikes is just around the corner.

School is nearing an end and all the t.v. shows are playing the clifhangers.

It's time to get the marshmallow roasters out,

time to dust off the sidewalk chalk

and pull out the slip and slide.

I love planting flowers.

I just love the thought of painted toenails peeking

out of a cute, new pair of strappy sandles.

There's something that comforts me when I see those firework stands

set up on the corners.
And the smell of a great steak on the grill just about does me in.

Summer is a pretty busy, crazy time around here.

We run here, we run there, we eat in the car in a rush to get to our

next fun adventure.

My children have perpetual popsicle

stains running down their faces.

And is there anything better than driving with

the windows down and your favorite music up?

I love everything about it.

Memorial Day is like an invitation to an

amazing dinner party. You look forward to it.

You make plans, you worry about what to wear.

You anticipate.

Today is the first day of Fall. (sniff)

It means that all of those things come to an end for another year.

I have never loved Labor Day.

It's like the subtle cough someone gives

when they want you to leave after that amazing dinner party.

You hear it, you know what it means.... you're no longer welcome.

But darnit, you want just one more hug, one more funny story.

You linger on the porch until they finally just turn the lights off and shut the door,

leaving you with your nose pressed up against the window hoping for one more whiff

of apple pie and ice cream.

It's over.

It's not coming around again for a whole year.

Now you have to find ways to pass the time.

You rake leaves and pull up the flowers.

You put the lawn mower away and make sure the snow shovel is within reach.

You search through the closet to make sure both gloves are still there.

You start drinking hot cocoa instead of ice cold lemonade.

You spend money on snow melter instead of sunscreen.

You trade those warm summer nights on the lawn

for cuddling up by the fire by 6:00.

The potato salads are replaced by vegetable stew.

You actually 'see' the air as it exits your body.

You throw a holiday party or two...

maybe go on a little trip.

You watch all the new shows.

You bundle up kids (oh, I just got tired).

You make snowmen.

Anything to help you avoid thinking about the green grass

that is NOT between your unpainted toes.

You feel blah.

And then, one day when you go out to the mailbox

you look around, you see those little

daffodil shoots coming up, you hear that distant songbird

and you realize that you have yet again,

been invited back to the party.

Here's to enjoying the wait a little more.

You don't bring me flowers, You don't sing me love songs.....

So I drive by this house several times a week.

I love it. I think it must have been such a cute house.

I always look at it and wonder,

How did someone let it get like this?

Didn't somebody love this house?

Did they raise a family here? Have parties here?

Was there love inside?

This must have been somebody's safe place at one time.

How did it become broken and forgotten?

Neglect is a funny thing.

Everyone is it's victim.

It doesn't hate you.

It doesn't even really care.

Unlike guilt who is noisy and demands attention,

neglect is quiet.

It just sits in the corner hoping to be ignored.

Neglect just sort of happens.

It happens in seconds or over decades.

It only takes a moment for a baby to roll off a couch.

Dinner burns in just minutes.

A few hours outside in the July sun without sunscreen? Yeah.

If I go days without doing laundry for seven people, I pay for it.

Imagine a couple weeks worth of weeds.

I haven't blogged for a month.

A year ago I said I was going to re-stain the deck.

Neglect is patient.

Sometimes it takes decades to realize that you

have lost part of who you are.

What about that childhood friend that made you laugh till' you peed?

Do you miss her?

Has she fallen into the "I have too much going on" pile.

What about that beautiful landscape

you've always wanted to try painting?

Has that been hidden under

that stack of "I've got to paint the living room."

What about that 15 year old girl that wanted to visit

every baseball field in America?

Is she still in there?

Or has she been brushed under that pesky

"I don't have time for that" rug.

We all have many things going on in our lives.

Many important and essential things.

We all do good things.

But do you ever just sit back and look at certain aspects of your life and think,

How did I let it get like this?

Didn't I love this part of me enough?

Isn't that dream important any more?

Didn't I want to be better at that?

I think this week I will turn the t.v. off or

*shudder*

tell someone no. (can I do that?)

and I will spend that time

pampering some part of me that has been pushed to the way side.

Even if it's just one little corner...

like calling an old friend,

doing a paint by number picture with your kid,

or watching a baseball game on t.v.

it's a start.

Here's to paying attention.

The 5th Food Group

Is it very, very terrible
that this

was what we had
for Dinner????


Or do you secretly wish
you lived at my house?

They were so delicious
that I couldn't even have
too much guilt about it.

We had milk with them.
*said in my best,
"Does that count for anything?"
tone*