We walked over to the fish pond yesterday. This will most likely be our last visit, or at least the last time we will be in walking distance. I was hoping to get some good pictures of the fall foliage, but I was very disappointed in the color this year. Last year was so much nicer– much more vibrant… this year is very blah. I wonder if it’s because of the lack of rain we had this summer. Maybe they just haven’t turned yet… I don’t know.
We had a nice time. The weather has become very cool and crisp… perfect for a mocha latte. (o:
I sat in the bench drinking my coffee while the girls spent most of their time swishing sticks in the water.
We walked through the college campus on the way home, and E swung on the railing like she always does.
I’m starting to feel sad about missing it here… but I am more excited about moving. (o: I can’t wait to be able to start posting pictures of the new place.
Top left: A lightswitch plate that I painted in Portsmouth, NH.
Top middle: A butterfly we bought for R’s birthday.
Top right: A glass bird that was my Grandmother’s.
Bottom left: Dolls that M’s mom has given to the girls.
Bottom center: A poem that M wrote for E when she was three. We lived in a little apartment in Georgia while he was landscaping for a living.
Bottom right: Some designs I painted on E and R’s wall last summer.
Well, I have been painting these beds for the girls for their new room next month… it has light blue walls and I thought black beds would look nice. These beds were mine and my sister's while we were growing up, and they originally came from my Grandmother's brother on my mom's side. Anyway… R picked up one of the wet paint brushes when I wasn't looking and wandered into the dining room with it. I have not found any damage yet other than her hands and face… I'm hoping I caught her quickly enough so that there isn't anymore paint anywhere, but I am a little afraid.
This is my packing so far. It’s a start. Most of the day I am found just walking in circles trying to figure out what to do next, and then one of the girls need something, so I go help them, and then I really can’t remember what I was doing again. So much for taking pictures of each room before it’s packed… I don’t think I’ll see this house neat again now that the packing has started.
I will try to take some pictures of little details to help me remember some of the neat things about this place though. (We’ll see how far I get with that…)