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Dripping In Fall

November 6, 2011 - 2 Comments by Mishelle - {NaBloPoMo}

Sometimes I wish it was fall all year long. You know when you are on a long country drive and you want to go anywhere but home, because you just don’t want the feeling to end? On that road the leaves barrel down towards the window in a storm of auburn rust. One-by-one making their mark, holding on to the outside of the window, showcasing their beauty, individually, before velocity changes their direction. Leaves are the snowflakes of autumn. They twirl down from the tops of trees, spiraling to the ground, landing in various positions, exposed. Together they make a tapestry of color on the grass that was not so long ago lush and green. In each one you can see a beauty that is unlike any other. Prior to this they spent chlorophyll-ed days, part of a grandiose beauty, swaying in the warm summer breeze. Now, one by one, they leap begging to be noticed. I know there aren’t enough days in this season to see the complete glory of fall. One country drive isn’t enough, and that’s why I allow myself to lie on the ground, dripping in fall.

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Free

November 5, 2011 - 2 Comments by Mishelle - {NaBloPoMo}

Everyone knows us at our local grocery store. If I go in without any of the kids, it’s known which ones are missing, and asked where they and why they didn’t come along on that given day. Most of the time it’s just me and Davey. He rolls around one of those little carts for kids, having a grand time putting bananas, Nilla Wafers, and cans of tuna for his sister in his buggy; usually running into my heels making me gasp with eyes popping out in pain. I digress.

One particular afternoon I went in with Olivia to get a few things to make for dinner. I didn’t have a lot of time to cook since I had a Yoga class to get to, so I bought a rotisserie chicken and this fantastic cornbread salad that they make at the deli, daily. While the deli lady, Jackie, packed the salad into the little container she began to tell me about this Fall Festival that her church was putting on at a local farm. She told me that I should bring all the kids, that it was going to be amazingly fun, and that it was free. I thanked her for the invite and forgot about it, like I usually do, because if I don’t plug it into a calendar it’s–more than likely–not happening.

A week-or-so later the door bell rang and it was a neighbor from one cul-de-sac over. She handed us a little flier about the festival that Jackie had told us about. It’s free, she said. I was so happy that she came around to tell [us] about it that upon coming back into the house I went directly to the calendar and wrote it down as not to forget again.

It’s true: The best things in life really are free.

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“…we come and go like on the interstate…”

November 4, 2011 - 3 Comments by Mishelle - {NaBloPoMo}

My heart’s a stereo/ It beats for you, so listen close/ Hear my thoughts in every note/ Make me your radio/ Turn me up when you feel low/ This melody was meant for you/ Just sing along to my stereo