Even dogs can’t help but love autumn.
Even dogs can’t help but love autumn.
Blogs and Breakfast!!
It may not look like the most visually appealing breakfast, but if you could only smell this honey-and-oat-filled, butter baked, pumpkin spice topped oatmeal apple you’d disagree!
Also I’m spending the day blogging away about the gorgeous Adirondack Region, what could be more perfect?
This past summer I had the extremely fortunate opportunity to visit Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and Idaho for an extremely unfortunate event (family funeral) and walked away with some of my favorite photos to date.
Make the best out of the worst right? Enjoy my camera’s favorite scenery!
The simplest of moments can bring some of the biggest bursts of inspiration.
Today’s misty walk soaked me to the core with motivation, begging me to continue aspiring to be more, more fit, more healthy, more creative, and more professional. I can’t wait to see where my newly ignited passion for this blog, my photography, and my writing will take me!
At home Hector tugged on his mother’s jeans as she washed the apples, a little harder than usual she might add, and begged her to check his room one more time. If there was one thing that Hector may never get used to without his father, it would be the concept of safety, a concept she herself struggled with more often than she should. Josh used to check the closet for the ‘boogerman’, check under the bed for a ‘cereal bowl killer’, and check his blankets for ‘bad bugs’. Hector’s fears could easily be turned into a comical children’s book now that she thought about it, she should add that to the list of never-finished projects she had been collecting since college.
“I promise there is nothing in your room Hector, I’ll check one more time but you have really got to go to bed afterwards. We have to drive to Grammy’s tomorrow and I don’t want you to be fussy with her like you were Marva today.” He puppy-dog faced her in response.
As she dried off her hands and walked along the hallway with Hector she thought she heard a thump in the kitchen but brushed it off as the dishwasher switching gears, clearly not wanting a repeat of haunted hide and seek again tonight.
She entered her son’s bright blue room, avoiding the soldier toys he had set up at the end of his bed for protection as she learned to do shortly after Joshua’s death, and scooped him up and threw him playfully back into his bed. She tickled him and wrestled him and worked herself into a sweat as she flung herself dramatically backward onto his bed for a rest. He was giggling and she felt accomplished, driving away his nighttime fears once again. She kissed his cheek as she stood back up and tucked him in, assuring him that she would leave the night light on and leave his door cracked as well.
When she turned around to leave is when she first noticed it, and when she first knew that she and Hector had a problem, one that Josh couldn’t help solve from the grave unfortunately. She saw on Hector’s door a large, record-breakingly large probably, grasshopper looking insect, which seemed to be staring at her. That wasn’t what alarmed her though. She also saw scribblings, in what looked like pencil, of disturbing scenes with dying stick figures, the childlike innocence in the drawings sharply contrasted with the horrifying scenes of fire, knives, and guns. They needed to talk tomorrow, and she really needed an exterminator.
I have a novel idea, literally, and I want to share tidbits of the story every now and then.
This portion is unlike most of the creepy, loss-filled story, but I love my heroines blissful moments of appreciation like this so I will share this bright moment on this bright and beautiful Friday.
When he looked back at her he smiled, not just any smile, but that heart melting, jaw dropping, head spinning smile that he gave her every now and then that she couldn’t respond to in any proper human way. Her soul smiled back, and she took his hand as they walked further along the dimly lit path, looking forward to the vibrantly colored and brightly bursting clearing.
She didn’t walk as confidently as he did, his steps each dramatically hitting the perfect spot on the path that led way to the next perfect spot, while hers stumbled through the hidden holes covered with leaves and askew rock formations that sent her tumbling again and again. He always waited patiently, he always helped her back up. It was in these trying moments, the tumbling and the falling and the needing picked back up again, that she could always count on him to be there for her. He was the best hiking partner she could ever ask for.
They made their way into the clearing, full of an ethereal glow about the wildflowers that put her in a dream-like state. The Wind blew her hair and invited her to run through the long, wild grass with Him, but her hand tugged on his without thinking and she fell backwards into the soft grass, pulling him along with her.
These moments were lustful and innocent and sexual and beautiful, and she would get so lost in them she wanted to cry when Time and Life forced them to leave. He would always pull her up softly, then less softly as he pulled her upwards into a body hug that she could have melted into if Life would let her.
Stay tuned for more, creepier portions of Destinations!
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