Okay, let's get one thing out in the open. I am a born and raised New England girl, which means my absolute favorite time of the year is Autumn. In the last few weeks, Idaho experience a weird week of almost solid rain and since then, the days have cooled down to perfect 70 degree weather. The very tips of the leaves have started to change from green to yellow. I've been spending my mornings with Rosie through the local nature park all bundled up because the air is cool, but not cold. Crisp, some might call it.Anyway, before I get lost in the words that could be used to describe this perfect, heavenly kind of weather, let me get to my most recent craft. When the . . .
Since Rosie came into our lives, the opportunity to make friends has been endless. When you have a dog, I have learned, you are automatically privileged to walk up to anyone else who has a dog to say hello and let your dogs meet. Rosie started making puppy friends and we started meeting up with their owners so all the puppies could play. It started out as a social time for the pups, but as the summer wore on, we became really good friends with all of the dogs' owners. This may seem sad, but we have more friends now then we did a year ago! We see them on a daily basis so that the dogs can all play, and we even do things together outside of puppy play-dates!Anyway, . . .
I started blogging in my Freshman year of college. It was a little corner of the internet that belonged to me and transformed as I grew up. It started out as a place for lists, turned into a place for me to vent and eventually a place for me to write. Reading through that blog is like re-living different versions of myself-the tough as nails girl with pink and black hair, the proud cancer survivor with a knee replacement, the girl who fell in love with her best friend and waited for him over two years, the girl who was brave enough to live in China. In some ways, the posts on that blog were juvenile and immature. In other ways, some of my best writing is hidden on . . .