I Fall For Fall


I am one to say “I don’t like Fall”.  The trees lose their leaves.  It looks like they are dying.   Then there is the approach of winter.  The cold, the snow, brrrrr!

I spent most of my life in the Northwest.  The cold and the snow were nothing to laugh about in most cases.

Now I live in Texas.  It’s a whole different world.  My BFF in Oregon has already had snow and below freezing temps.  Here, I still have to run the A/C in the afternoon.

Sooner or later the fall “feel” comes over me and I’m into it!  Look at the gorgeous colors of the gourds & pumpkins in the picture above!

I’m ready to put another blanket on the bed.  I want to break out my cozy sweaters & scarves!

I haven’t had my first Pumpkin Spice Latte this year, but I have a Starbucks Gift Card in my wallet that I’m not afraid to use!

Are you ready for Fall?

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

H- Home


houses

I know, I know.  It’s been a while.

When I hear the word home I always get a little wispy.  I’ve moved So Many Times.  I’ve started over So Many times.  So the word Home probably has a different meaning to me than it does to you.

I didn’t grow up with lifelong childhood friends.  I remember few people I went school with because they were not in my life very long.

I lot of people can drive through their “home town” and drive right to the house they grew up in and point at it.  They can tell you all kinds of childhood memories about that house.

I have no home town or house I “grew up” in.

I grew up mostly in the back of the station wagon, or in a tent.  A lot of my very early childhood memories are of berry fields and orchards.  I would play among the fruit as my parents worked to harvest it.

Sure I went to school, but many different schools.

After I left home at the tender age of 16, I was on the move again.  I was a young woman without a brain cell in her head, trying to figure it all out.  I went wherever the wind or my inclination at the time led me.

Before I was 20 years old, I had lived in Oregon, Washington, California, Arizona, Texas, Wisconsin and Tennessee.  There may be more locations mixed in there that I don’t remember.

As an adult, (am I REALLY an adult?) I’ve continued to move again and again.

Once in a while I am a bit envious of those that had a steady upbringing.  Those kids that came home from school to the same house every day.  Or met up with friends they had had since the 2nd grade.  But then again, I’ve met people that have never left the county they now live in!  I can’t imagine that!

My life, good, bad or otherwise is what has shaped me into the person I am today.   I’m pretty pleased with that person.  When I look on the mirror and that (mature) woman looks back at me, I like to think that she did pretty well for herself!

I’m pretty sure that the specific house I’m in right now will not be my last.  I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I have the feeling that I’m right where I should be.