First off, I have to apologize.
I haven’t made this tiny space on the internet just to ignore or abandon it. But I am working hard (always) on finding balance in life, and for the last two weeks or so that balance has tipped hard in the direction of spending less time on the computer. Everyone is happier when the mama isn’t hunched over the keyboard in the morning to the detriment of breakfasts and chores, snapping “Quiet! Mommy’s writing!”
I know things will even out again soon with the start of school and colder weather routines. I will bundle the girls off to their classroom educations and then I’ll be able to ruminate a little longer in front of this screen in the mornings, cup of coffee beside me. There is so much to write about, so many words working on coming together in coherent sentences up in my brain, but just now so little opportunity to transfer those sentences from brain to blinking cursor without someone melting down around me.
So. August already almost half-way gone. The tomatoes ripen on the vine, the baby birds have learned to fly and I muddle through finding that elusive equilibrium where I can. And right now, most often, it’s in the golden fields buzzing with the sound of insects and in the stacks of picture books from the library and in the excitement of walking through the unfinished rooms of our farmhouse.
Places where the internet most conspicuously, and unfortunately, isn’t.