I didn’t leave my house this weekend. Correction, I left once to go to Walmart to pick up some groceries for dinner. I only got to their parking lot because then I discovered I didn’t have my wallet. Hubs had it and he was gone for the night. I skulked back home and told the kiddos we had to make do.
I baked. I baked a lot. There were iced cookies, Pinterest cookies, homemade pretzels, homemade pizzas, and even some fun treats for the kids. I also finished my WIP edit, researched potential agents to query, made a spreadsheet for the querying process, and tuned up the old query letter. While in the background was the constant hum from the washing machine getting through the weekend’s normal chores.
I’m not really sure what came over me this weekend. I knew I had to get some baking done for clients, but I didn’t need to take on extra projects. I’ve been struggling to find topics for the blog. I don’t take your readership for granted. I’m a bit embarrassed I’m writing about doing laundry. The real question to this post is what inspired it all?
This is the view from my back porch. Yes, that’s my crappy fence you see. Ignore that and look at those incredible trees. It’s the most amazing thing. Every year the Oregon Fall season surprises me with vibrant colors and this amazing Ombre effect.
Spring brings green buds and lovely growth. Summer serenades with rustling leaves while we sit at the patio. And Fall brings that amazing color reminding me soon the leaves will fall. In Winter the trees will be bare and lonely. For some this would seem like the saddest time, but the change brings a great reward. It’s the only time in the year we have a spectacular view across the valley. It’s something I treasure everyday up until those green flecks start to blossom with new leaves.
The scene reminded me of all the changes life constantly throws. The past couple months have brought many changes to my family and we are still sorting out what kind of family we are now. There are sad days where I mourn the things I miss about the past. I see those days like a bare tree with nothing to offer except the reminder of what was lost.
But then I look harder. I see past the branches to the beautiful view laid out before me. It includes chasing a dream to become a traditionally published author, baking fun cookies to make others happy, and hanging out for an entire weekend listening to two kids laugh their heads off. Why go anywhere else when I have everything right here?