It's been a while. The summer months were gone, just like that. And Autumn? Well, after experiencing my favourite season twice in this country, it would seem that it is bereft of those intoxicating days that make one want to swim in beauty... Those days when the pores of your skin can't soak life in fast enough and furious desires of who-knows-what run wild and free before the confinement of winter. We had some glimpses, but the wet and cold came fast and sure... and here we are.
The past three months felt like an early hibernation of sorts, my body confused. Now after finding a more sure, settled place, I am ready to come out into the world again just as it is slowing down in frostiness and ice. It has been a time of learning and living, but not a time that held much desire for communication or openness to the outside world. Content to keep fuzzy identity and the sweetness of new motherhood to myself, this place has been silent. Our lives haven't been however, for they have been filled with the sound of:
baby talk velcro whispers laughter plastic rattling
onesie snaps extra leaf-crunches from stroller wheels
tires rolling across thousands of kilometres of asphalt spit-up gurgles
car-seat clicks more laughter page rustles
and many more sounds that although ordinary, have taken on a whole new meaning because of a fresh little life and the perspective that it has given us.
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My Little and I like to get out and take walks... I like to think that somewhere in that new mind of Ian-baby, the brisk air, tree branches overhead, the rush of the Kocher River and the continuous one-way conversations of his red-nosed mother are laying healthy, broad foundations for a lover of nature and people. May it be so!
Below is what we saw this past week on a frozen day that gave us both frozen ice and warm sun patches, a perfect dichotomy on a November afternoon.
