porch stories

We had our first frost this morning. It made for a beautiful, clear morning and left a thin layer of glittery frost on our  white railings.

I got a haircut. It had been a very long time. Amazing what a good cut can do for a girl. I probably got three inches cut off my hair. I can actually see my neck. (excuse the bedhead in this picture, though)

This guy landed on our porch one rainy afternoon. I think he might be a local pigeon-man's homing pigeon. He's slightly off course, I guess. He hung around for awhile until our big, clumsy yellow dog came busting out the door and scared him away for good.

I am absolutely happy with my five year journal from RareDevice. I had it on my Christmas list, but started to get the "what if they all sell out" panic. It's the only good-looking five year journal I could find, without gold gilded edges and a red leather cover. I write a short snippet each night--the weather, a highlight of the day, a thought, what time I'm going to bed. Thought it would be interesting to see how my bedtime changes over five years. It's my personal almanac of sorts.

At bedtime this weekend Emma told me: I love you. I love your nose. I love your armpits. I love under your fingernails. She also told me that she didn't want me to call her 'sweetie' anymore. Ouch. That broke my heart a little bit.