I used to write blog posts with much more regularity. I had multiple blog friends; people I met and connected with through sharing glimpses of my life via the written word. Many of those people are individuals that I no longer communicate with either because I or they have become too busy or focused on other things.
Tonight I was perusing the blogs in my husband's favorite's folders and went to
this blog. I've been there before and it's enjoyable. He's come up with this concept of multiple people posting pictures within a theme and I think it's a really fun idea. The 'sky' theme jumped out at me primarily because of the picture posted above.
My first time flying was just a couple of years ago. I shared the experience with the man who is now my husband and his two children. The kids have been flying since infancy as they live on one coast and the majority of their extended family lives on the opposite coast. The fact that I was an adult who had never flown was an anomaly to them. They thought it was the funniest thing that I was going to take my first ever trip on an airplane with them. My future step-daughter was helpful as she showed me the pictures of how, should the oxygen masks fall, I should put on my own and then help her with hers. The three of them watched me during take-off as if they expected me to scream in a panic.
I survived take off in that little puddle jumper and still hate the feeling of taking off despite the fact that 2x4 and the kids insist take-off is the best part of flying. I disagree. I love flying over the country, parts of the world I have never seen before and getting the bird's eye view. One of the positive aspects of flying for the first time as an adult is that it I don't view it as simply the form of transportation one uses to get from point a to b, so much as an enchanting experience that I waited years to live.
The second time I flew was to my wedding in San Diego. I remembered to bring my camera and took the picture you see here. The photo, though the quality is poor, is a reminder to me that experiencing something common place later in life may just make that thing more magical. It's okay to delay in joinimg some clubs.
Local berries taste WAY better than the ones shipped across the country, AND purchasing them supports local farmers, AND it's a more ecologically sound purchase as the fuel required to ship the berries across country is ridiculous.
People at the farmer's market are HAPPY. There's a permeating feeling of community and overall pleasantness.
Pink lillies...pretty
It's so colorful!
It's something I share with my step-daughter. She loves accompanying me to the farmer's market. It's a little thing we do, just the two of us. She's the one who pointed out what a cool picture this would be.
