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Saturday, October 27, 2012

pumpkin patch baby


We had so much fun at Bauman Farms today.


A family friend has celebrated her birthday the past two years with a trip to the pumpkin patch followed by soup and cider at her house. It's a blast.

It was pouring rain, but most everything is covered so we were able to enjoy our time and stay dry. I love how many activities this farm has for toddlers. And I really appreciated the baby care tent when B needed a diaper change and some mama milk. Nothing better than a comfy couch, a nice rug and a changing station when baby and mama need a break.








 


Where is B?

 




I have no idea what we're looking at


 




Saturday, July 7, 2012

it feels like home to me


We went berry picking this morning.  We arrived at a farm near our house soon after it opened at 8.  I know I've mentioned this before, but I just love this city and how a ten minute drive can land one in the middle of the country with cows and berries and fields of crops.



After we picked raspberries and a few blackberries (they will be fully ripe next week) we went inside the farm store to pay.  Except we didn't have cash or a check, only our cards which they were unable to process.  I don't know whether to blame parenthood, or general tiredness, or the assumption that cards are used everywhere, but this is not the first time we've done this.  When we bought our Christmas tree I had to wait at the tree farm while J ran to a bank so we could pay for it.


When we approached the counter with our berries and said we would be right back with cash the woman behind the register shook her head.  "Oh, just mail it.  Or drop it off later.  Whatever works for you."


And that's the other thing I love about living here: people are so nice.  There's a bit of a joke about Oregonians and four way stop signs; something about how you will wait forever gesturing the person in the car next to you on while they gesture you on which means no one goes anywhere.  It's true, though.  Just the other day a gentleman and I played the "you go first" game for a good thirty seconds at a junction near our house.


Aside from one year in Southern Oregon I've always lived in the Willamette Valley (which some people can't pronounce. Think that's tough? Try Champoeg on for size).  Last night J and I were chatting and he said, "Maybe we should move to Britain, like we used to talk about."


That was our original plan, back when we first married.  He would finish school, find a job somewhere in the UK and we would be expats for a while.  But he landed a good job here and then babies came along and now we're really quite attached to this place.


My sense of home has shifted so much in such a short time.  I love this house.  I love our yard with its garden, the arched doorways, the hardwood floors, the tiny bathroom that can barely hold our entire family.  This little house is home in a way no other place has been to me.  I want a house with a little bit of acreage and a second bathroom, but we have a roof over our head and it's warm (well, hot right now) and we're quite comfortable here.  And once I get comfortable it's tough to move me.


As comfortable as this home is though, there is always a lack.  No matter where we go, or when, or how or why there will always be someone missing.  This house will always feel a little empty.  Our family will always have a space where a little girl should be growing up and learning about the world.


And her short existence in our home ties us here too.  If the time ever comes, how do we leave the rooms I walked while pregnant with her?  It feels like she is here in the walls, in the rooms, hovering around the perimeter of our lives, but I think that is because we carry her with us.


The concept of home is fluid.  It's a term with a thousand definitions.  Sometimes I'm struck by the fact that I was Charlotte's only home.  She knew the womb, the earth for a moment, and then heaven.  Sometimes I wonder if I was enough of a home for her, but we can't be someone's everything, can we?




Saturday, June 23, 2012

coop tour!



I am enamored by this.  Completely smitten.  Urban farming is big in this town, can ya tell?


J said, "It's like the street of dreams for chickens."


He also said, "We're not going."


Wait, what?


It raises money for Habitat for Hens, which builds coops for families in need.


It only costs $8!


We would have chickens if I didn't mind cleaning up after them.


And if we ate eggs.

Monday, April 2, 2012

cherry blossoms


When the cherry trees blossom at the state capitol photographers show up in droves.  It is absolutely gorgeous.


I walked down with a friend today to take pictures of the little ones with the trees blossoming behind them.  It's a beautiful time in our city, but it won't last very long.  There's a 91% chance of rain tomorrow, which will make the glorious trees look a bit less majestic.

But right now, they are stunning.









We walked home with pink blossoms on our clothes and the sun on our backs.  Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, five days (or more!) of rain coming.

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