Hanging ghost ornament with hay

It’s been fall for about 3 weeks now and I’m finally getting around to making my bucket list. Typically, this is an annual thing for me even if I don’t end up coming back to update the progress. This fall is no different.

Like every other fall for as far back as I can remember, I have that tingling sensation of renewal. I feel like I work all year long to get to this point and I have such an appreciation for it. In my world, fall marks a few milestones:

  • The start of a new school year.
  • My birthday–October 31st. This year, I’ll be 29.
  • Our anniversary–October 30th. 3 years married and we’re still chugging along.
  • A slower pace. Summer is very fast paced for our family. For whatever reason, instead of relaxing and going with the flow, I feel like my schedule is air tight with no room for mistakes. During the fall, I can breathe again.

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My mom says I have a black thumb. Not a green thumb, but a black one. Any and every plant-like thing I touch, pretty much dies. Imagine her surprise when I told her I was creating a balcony garden.

mason jars

I’m like 99% sure that my mom doesn’t mean anything by it when she talks about how terrible I am at taking care of stuff and keeping things alive. Thankfully, J is the exception to the rule and has done pretty well over the years, but almost everything else has gone to shit. So, honestly she has a point. It is very, very hard for me to keep things like herbs, flowers, and animals (RIP Charlie the Guinea Pig) alive. It’s never intentional, but their care just kinda falls through the cracks. Well, in the case of Charlie, I solemnly believe that he had an undiagnosed medical condition that hastened his death, but that’s neither here nor there. He’s in a better place.

Back to the balcony garden. View Post

Omaha Farmers Market

I love, love, looovve, the farmer’s market. It used to be what motivated me to get up on Sundays until I started back going to church. Now it’s my Saturday morning addiction.

The city of Omaha has some great farmer’s markets with even better prices and people. I always feel so at home when we go. Like I’m some kinda “one with the earth” type chick. It’s all cliches and stereotypes, I know. But I am here for it! Usually when we go, we end up grabbing some baked goods, three lemonades–strawberry, mango, and regular, and some vegetables just to say we didn’t come only for the lemonade and baked goods.  View Post