Ramblings, at the end of August

The closer we get to the Vermont border, the more corn fields begin to take over the delicious green scenery.

Beautiful farmhouses nestled among fields of corn.  James Taylor's voice fills the car while Liam snoozes in the backseat.  

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I was finishing up my weekly grocery shop the other day when i overheard a nine or ten year old girl ask her mom how fruit was made.  Not; "where does it grow, or how does it grow," but who makes it and how.  I kept browsing while extending my listening time a bit too much.  The mom quickly responded with; "It's not made, it grows.  Common, we need to hurry."  I looked at the little girl, staring at the cut up pieces of watermelon, cantaloupe and pineapple put into a perfectly square take out container.  I'm not here to judge that mom, because goodness, we've all been in a hurry before.  But that little girl, she had a very important question, she was curious.  She was shut down.  She continued to follow her mom out to the checkout, still staring quietly at her fruit.

I get caught up in the hustle of life as well.  I have appointments, deadlines, things to do and send and edit and get done.  I've been thinking a lot lately about how much time i spend taking photos of clients, editing them, scheduling things.  I love taking photos and capturing moments for other families, but as Liam grows, i'm not sure how much time i want committed to others, when i still work 45 hours a week.  Some days it gets to me.  Some days i love it.  I only had two sessions in August, it seemed about perfect.

I don't want to live fast paced.  I want to have the time to anwser Liam's important questions.  To tickle his toes.  To sit on the grass and watch him play without thinking of things I should be doing.  Because I should, I'll want to be right there.  Right here.  

There is a hashtag on Instagram: #theartofslowliving.  I like it.

This view never gets old.  I remember as a kid, figuring out the timeline of summer by the corn's height.  We knew that when the corn was really tall or being harvested that new school clothes were purchased and the yellow bus would pull up to pick us up.

We ended up at Farmway.  Only the best store ever.  I mean it.  It has everything you can think of.  We browsed, spent a bit too much money and headed out to the furniture tent to grab a complimentary cider doughnut before hitting the road home.  I should emphasize, Liam's first cider doughnut.  Quite a big day for the little guy.

Right before taking the bridge back across the river to NH,  i saw this little antique flea market.  I quickly turned around and headed back.  So much to look at and wonder about.  Not much ever comes home with us, but that's never the plan anyhow.  A few buttons and some magazines i might frame for a wall in my sewing room.  Liam began to snooze in the Ergo as i wandered the market.  Every single lady over forty had to take a peak at him and gush.  I loved that.  But the best part was conversing with the older folk there, who were selling their treasures.  The lady i purchased the buttons and magazines from?  Well, she was quite busy eating her banana with a fork when i interrupted her by asking how much i owed her.  Her response was short and rushed, "A buck.  Everything is a buck." she said with a mouth full of banana.  Ok, i said.  I handed her four dollars, and as i did she began telling me that the needlepoint magazines i was purchasing had some really good tips, if i was actually going to do the handwork.  I thanked her and told her that i couldn't wait to pour into them.  She gave me a half smile (as much as i think anyone would get from her), and i went on my way.  

Nothing quite like old Vermont farm ladies.  A breath of fresh air, if you ask me.

#theartofslowliving.  Vermont does that for me.