Macoun Apples
We were in search of Macoun apples, one of my fall favorites, so once again we headed to one of our favorite local orchards. How lucky we are in so many ways.
Catering
We were in search of Macoun apples, one of my fall favorites, so once again we headed to one of our favorite local orchards. How lucky we are in so many ways.
We are lucky to live where we do. I honestly think about that everyday. The other morning the kids and I headed to Hicks our local orchard to pick fat blueberries.
{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Idea borrowed from http://www.soulemama.com/
I just wanted to share this photo (taken on my iphone). This is how I regularly find our local “megamart” grocery store. Where is all the “food” (these days I use that term loosely)? Not only is the quality of food a huge disappointment, but …
I got a good chuckle today going through the blogs posts from a year ago. I wanted to see what I was writing just before my first big race. Hope you enjoy…
“As I was running with my friend Mandy one day, she told me that the end of a marathon was similar to giving birth. It was all mental and you had to really focus.
As I get ready for this race, I feel as if I am preparing for birth. I’m resting. I’m pampering myself. I’m being very careful about what I eat. I’m hydrating. I’m nesting a bit, getting out all of my running gear, gazing lovingly at it, running my fingers across it and smiling. I’m packing my race over night bag…what shall I bring? The grey spandex shirt or the blue one? I’m putting together a running playlist to get me through the pushes. I’m talking about it a lot.
It’s my first big race. It’s a half marathon, which I know, is not a full marathon, but less than a year ago I couldn’t run a half a mile. This weekend I will run 13.1 together with my team and a marathon will soon follow, I’m already hooked.”
This photo is titled “Long Run”.
{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. Idea borrowed from http://www.soulemama.com/
So these are pretty much the worst pictures of me, taken by me, at 8am in 5*F weather at the start of a 6 mile loop. That’s my running group and I love them. Women from all over Southern Vermont, of all ages, shapes and …
As we roll over to a new year, I wanted to take a look back to this time last year to reflect on victories and struggles. Things I was working on…food, children, self…