That's how my brain feels these days. Running in non-sequiturs. I'd like to give you a nice, cohesive, tidy blog post, but unfortunately that would require someone else's life.
Julia and Sandy have been doing this. I love that my 11 year old still loves to play in leaves, swing on ropes, climb trees, and generally be a kid. If she were sneaking lipstick and begging for mall trips, I'd still love and enjoy her, but um, maybe not quite as much as I do now.
And I finally found out what is smelling up my back yard so much that it distracts me when I walk outside! It's the holly trees. Did you know that hollies bloom? Did you know that their blossoms smell heady and rich like gardenia? I think perhaps these are the male trees, and maybe only of a particular variety. But we have hollies with blooms and hollies with berries. And I'm assuming the females bear the fruit. Interesting also -- I've never noticed this aroma before, so I suppose this is a good year for holly blooms, at least in our yard.
The other night, Anna, Julia and I watched a girly movie together called "The Ballet Shoes." SO wonderful, sweet, imaginative, and emotional. It's a Netflix play-it-now. I'd recommend it, and it was squeaky clean, ladies. It stars Emma Watson (Hermione Granger), and is about 3 orphaned girls and how they grow up. Don't worry, it's not Dickensian, with starving beggar children in the gutter. It has that illusive magical feel that some children's movies succeed in producing.
We cleaned yesterday, as I said. We cleaned the school table first. It lasted this way for, uh, maybe 30 minutes. If that.
I bought what I thought were windmill cookies, but they're not that flavorful. I love those, dipped in tea.
Last night I dreamed of blogging. I dreamed I was visiting our old home town, Edwards (although it looked nothing like itself -- you know how dreams are), and was showing friends around. There were huge hills (??), and lots of old houses turned into shops and restaurants. And then I whipped out my camera, so I could take pictures of the visit. (haha - like I ever remember my camera on trips) So, blogging has now made it into the realm of dreams. Must be serious!