Pumpkin Patch Journal Entry No. 3

Fall sweetness on this Saturday that included cheering on my sisters at their soccer games, picking out pumpkins and eating pizza. We started off the morning by packing a picnic lunch, bundling up and grabbing blankets and chairs for the soccer game. Then we ran out the door, late, which is typical for us, into the cold October morning.

We had a crazy morning driving from game to game, Sammie lost and Ella won. After that we headed to the pumpkin patch to pick out our pumpkins and grab some fresh squash. Sammie spent the most time looking for the biggest pumpkin she could find. Eventually she decided on one that was the farthest from our wagon and because she couldn’t lift it she rolled it across the entire patch and dropped it in the wagon. Once everyone found their pumpkins we loaded them into the car and headed home.

It was a beautiful autumn day and it was spent in some of my favorite ways.

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Inspiration From The Ocean | Journal Entry No. 2

I am always inspired by the ocean. In every season the ocean is always fierce. During the winter it is loudly physically and visibly fierce. You watch it threaten and rear its beautiful white foaming head and crash upon the sand. It loudly proclaims I am a force. I am here and everywhere. It boasts of its beauty, scary terrifying beauty. In the cold stormy months you steer clear of the ocean because you know the powerful waters will take live and not think twice about it. But the warmer easier months are much much quieter. This is when the ocean really shows her finesse. You can lounge warm on the sand and watch the ocean up close gently lapping on the sand. You are entranced it is so big so blue and so very very welcoming. There is no hostility in the cool breeze that floats off the water and everyone seems to dance by the shore getting close but never to close. But what we all know in the back of our minds is that the ocean is silently fierce. It obtains the same force and terrifying beauty as before but know it is hidden behind the glare of the sun. The ocean she becomes this quietly strong seductress that we know only to avoid her based on our observations in the cold months when we she is showing all her cards. Yes I love the ocean, I love her when she is thrashing and spitting and being marvelous and disastrous, And I love her when she is understated and flat, playing as if she didn’t know her own power.