The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken is one of my favorite poems (granted, it is one of America’s favorite poems). As I look forward to fall (I am over the heat and humidity), this poem always comes to mind.


The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Read more

God’s World

God’s World

sunrise
The sunrise over the Nansemond River on my commute this morning.

God’s World
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
     Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
     Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
     But never knew I this;
     Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Source: Renascence and Other Poems (Harper & Brothers, 1917)


Learn more about Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Adventure: New England

Adventure: New England

Our trip to New England involved a lot of driving (Southern Virginia to Northern Vermont = 11 hours). But it was SO worth it. We hadn’t had a vacation in years, and our last one was incredibly busy. This time, we just enjoyed ourselves and the beautiful weather.

We drove from Virginia Beach to Vermont where we were able to stay with friends, then headed over to the southern coast of Maine for a few days where we saw five different lighthouses. Then it was back to Vermont for a few days before heading home to Virginia.

The trip was full of Vermont cheese, local maple syrup, cliff walks, mountain hikes, and time spent together — no demands, no expectations, no stress.

I recommend it!

A few photos from our favorite places in Vermont:

Quechee Gorge:
Vermont

Deer Leap Trail:
Vermont

Vermont

Vermont

Vermont

Photos from the southern coast of Maine. We stayed in Wells and visited South Portland, Kennebunkport, Ogunquit and more:

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

Maine

On our way home, we drove Skyline Drive and hiked White Oak Falls trail. The entire area was encased in fog, which made the drive difficult, but hiking in fog is wonderful.

Virginia

Virginia

Virginia

Virginia

Virginia

Virginia

Half way there

Half way there

It’s hard to believe I’m already half way through this pregnancy. At first, the days seemed to drag on (24/7 nausea, excessive saliva production, and constant fatigue will do that). But for the last several weeks, time has just flown by. Before I know it, the holidays will be here and gone and the baby will be arriving.

I’m trying to savor the moment though, now that the majority of the nausea has subsided (thank you Diclegis!).

I’m starting to find it harder to do certain things, like bending over (squishes the baby) or squeezing through tight spaces (can’t suck this belly in). I’m also finding it a little harder to concentrate sometimes as Baby wiggles and kicks and flips around in my belly distracting me from whatever is at hand. For some reason, while I’m driving seems to be one of Baby’s favorite active times…

I’m savoring the feeling though, because it won’t always be like this. I want to be able to look back and say I enjoyed it while it lasted.

We’re working away at our pre-baby project list and planning our 5 year anniversary vacation to New England. Hard to believe it’s almost fall already. I’ve had the windows open the last few days and it’s been downright chilly when I go out to feed before dawn (48* this morning!). As a self-proclaimed lover of all things fall, I’m beyond excited for the change in weather. I even brought out the plaid and red boots.

Fall pregnancy

So here’s to enjoying a lovely fall, not being too busy, and prepping for the lovely little addition that will be joining us soon =).

The days we love

The days we love

One thing has become so very evident to me in the past year — we must embrace every moment of the days we love.

Losing a loved one puts so many things into perspective. And sure, there’s nothing earth shattering or life-changing about canoeing. But, there will only be so many warm November days in my lifetime and I intend to embrace every one that I can.

So Husband and I invited my MIL and SIL to an afternoon of canoeing/kayaking/beach walking. I can’t think of a better way to embrace 73* in November.

Canoeing

The pup canoeing

Sunday afternoon

Back Bay

And even better, as we were loading up the boats to head out, a nice fog rolled in. We headed straight for the beach and watched it get thicker and thicker until we could hardly see the waves. There is nothing more magical than fog on the beach.

Fog rolling in on the beach

I hope I never begin to take these days for granted again. I hope that with all the tears of grief, there also remains the hope of life today. Carpe diem!

The pup in the fog

Hope found in apples

Hope found in apples

I look forward to the day when Husband and I are able to do a little homesteading of our own. But searching for an affordable place with a few acres in a good location is an exercise in patience. (And we have been searching, for over a year and a half…) I want a wood stove or fireplace in the worst way, especially as fall descends and hints at the winter to come. I want to be chopping and stacking firewood, loading and stacking bales of hay (lots of stacking going on in my dreams).

I want to be gleaning the last of our homegrown goods from the garden, but our recent move meant that we had to give up the garden. For now.

We don’t have chickens of our own for fresh eggs, and we no longer live next to someone who does. But a coworker can bring us fresh eggs. And that will do. For now.

It isn’t time for all of that yet. And I want to live in the time and place where we are right now.

So I’m thankful for the rental home we are in that has plenty of room for our dozens and dozens of potted plants and trees (awaiting a permanent home), and a fenced yard for the puppy to play, and a large garage where we can store all the things we will need someday.

And even though the night sounds we listen to are of sirens instead of crickets, we can start the life we dream of in some small ways.

I have some lovely wool on my knitting needles and I’m learning, little by little, how to make a sweater.

Windows are open and blankets and quilts abound in our home right now.

And when we went camping for our anniversary, Husband and I picked up several bushels of apples, Empires and Gold Rush, that we will make into delicious applesauce. We’ll can everything and enjoy it for weeks and months to come–through the cold winter and all the way until next fall (we hope).

It will be quite the chore, but one I will relish with the promise it holds for the future. Hope abounds in the fall.

Apples