Saturday, October 10, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane # Fourteen

Time with Finnegan and Eirlys

Papa spending time with his newest little princess.

This is my favorite capture of the day. I love how David is taking in daughter and grandson.

While holding little Miss I put the camera up under my chin to capture a few moments from my view. Only posting a few samples. 

My first picture with Eirlys

Finn takes a ride with Papa and Oma to Costco

This is how we roll at Costco

Enjoyed time with these two today.

Friday, October 9, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane # Thirteen

This jewel caught my eye this morning peeking through the trees. 

The day starts with a morning visit from Iona
Iona watching the leaves dance in the wind. 

Of course we go pretty leaf hunting. 
One of her chosen beauties

We choose one of Papa's apples from a basket

Snack and a "movie" The leaves were magical. 

We both danced with the leaves

Let's make faces at each other !

It's so much fun to be goofy

My view of our goofiness

We had so much fun. I love you Iona.

We are heading to Nashville to meet Eirlys Wynn and hug on Finnegan and the rest of the family. 

On the road
We ran along side of a storm for a long ways. Then we ran into rain most of the trip.

Nashville in the blur of rain

 Nashville Bound  (David didn't realize I was videoing.)

It rained most of the trip.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane# Twelve

Sometimes a body just gets weary. Interesting how I can know a peace deep beyond deep within my spirit yet feel weary and spent in my soul at the same time. Maybe it's aging. I don't know.
What I do know, I have very dear sister-friend-crones that listen to me rejoice and moan. 

My Sagey Crones,( Obviously my made up title)... I love them.

Sage.....Salvia Officinalis...Plant Salvia officinalis is a perennial, evergreen subshrub, with woody stems, grayish leaves, and blue to purplish flowers... Scientific name....Salvia officinalis...Classification.. Sage. 

Yes, Figuratively, As I age with woody stems, and grayish leaves, I still have color. Purple... a royal color, a deep color, a passionate color.. Graying, and woody. Woody in the sense of strong roots, hardy.  Yes. I feel woody.  

Crones....This word used to have a negative use..such as hag, old thin woman. But also an older wise woman. I go with the older wise woman part.  Found this definition also...
"The Crone was the postmenopausal woman who enjoyed a special, revered status. The elder woman was viewed as a fount of wisdom, law, healing skills, and moral leadership; her presence and leadership were treasured at every significant tribal ceremony and each personal occasion from birth to death"

I am so very thankful for my Sagey~Crones. I love them. I love them because they are honest with me. 

Today in the last days of living on the Wildwood I am reminded once again of the treasure I have in friendship. My Sagey~Crones. You have knowned me through the decades. Our decades. Our 20's. 30's, 40's, 50's and beginnings of the 60's. We ARE wise. Wise in the everyday. The everydays of children, friendships, community, husbands, aging parents, in so many intricate facets. I love you women. You know who you are. As I write this I know there are kindred spirits I have never met that know. Know the Knowing of the noise of the soul and rest of the Spirit. 
This is where I am today. 

"Wild Ride", sculpture by Shelley Buonaiuto, A Little Company

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane # Ten

Such a beautiful morning. My walk to work. 

Peak is coming

You can see where I work from a curve on a neighborhood street. Zoomed in. I am headed to there for the next 7 hours of today.

Almost there.

A reminiscing smile comes across my face as I see Sunday's lunch list still on the refrigerator door. Yes, I do this. My mama did this for big meals and still does. This is why I do. It makes sense. Easy to keep up with what you're cooking. Thank you Mama for all those wonderful southern meals.

I know this recipe by heart but it is a staple on the side of the refrigerator. Had this for over 30 years. Biscuits like my grandmas without the lard but always with buttermilk. We had biscuits on Sunday. 

Monday, October 5, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane #Nine

As I was watching the guys I noticed this rock. I said, "you are coming home with me."