It seems like there’s new beginnings everywhere…and it’s not even spring yet. Tomorrow, after more than 20 years as a newspaperwoman, I will embark on my first permanent (part-time) contract as a teacher.
TheGirl has won a scholarship to my own long-ago boarding school and will move away next year.
After all this time, there’s a toddler in the house again. The last time I lived this life I had another toddler boy who would collect the eggs in bare feet every morning and hide under the snowpeas to eat them warm from the vines.
Now TheBoy is a lanky gel-haired, skinny-jeaned giant who has spent the past few months chopping down trees, tearing down fences, burning both and enjoying his first informal driving lessons in the farm beast BigRed.
This time around, the newest terrible two-year-old is already enjoying the adventure of leaping through chest-high grass in his gum boots, climbing the fig tree and parking his mini-mower alongside of Dad’s.
MyMan is starting again too, after a failed 14-year-marriage and his own family…here he is in his childhood town, with ‘the one who got away’ in high school, building a new life.
Eternal optimists – that’s us.
It seems like there’s new beginnings everywhere…and it’s not even spring yet. Tomorrow, after more than 20 years as a newspaperwoman, I will embark on my first permanent (part-time) contract as a teacher.
TheGirl has won a scholarship to my own long-ago boarding school and will move away next year.
After all this time, there’s a toddler in the house again. The last time I lived this life I had another toddler boy who would collect the eggs in bare feet every morning and hide under the snowpeas to eat them warm from the vines.
Now TheBoy is a lanky gel-haired, skinny-jeaned giant who has spent the past few months chopping down trees, tearing down fences, burning both and enjoying his first informal driving lessons in the farm beast BigRed.
This time around, the newest terrible two-year-old is already enjoying the adventure of leaping through chest-high grass in his gum boots, climbing the fig tree and parking his mini-mower alongside of Dad’s.
MyMan is starting again too, after a failed 14-year-marriage and his own family…here he is in his childhood town, with ‘the one who got away’ in high school, building a new life.
Eternal optimists – that’s us.
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