Tag: a change in season
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The Golden Cup
I published this post and pulled it back into drafts to rewrite it because it wasn’t meant to be about coffee. It’s about life and similar to the quality in a cup of coffee, the quality of life is in how you make it. I really did buy a new coffee gadget and am still…
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An Elite Group
I bought a pair of pants off Poshmark to replace my semi-existing yard pants. I didn’t realize until recently how paper thin mine had become with rips and tears at the seams. I probably need to pay better attention to what I’m wearing, but they’ve been perfect for working in the yard, so I purchased…
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The Alone Chair
In this post here we talked about finding the perfect outdoor chair, but didn’t buy it when it went off sale. I found it on a different website regularly priced at the other company’s sale price, so it was like, “Come to Mama.” This year has been about getting good at being alone with limited…
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Hear Myself Living
It’s okay to change your mind. I change mine over something almost every day and I think being adaptable smooths the rough edges of change. Even though I didn’t plant any flowers in the ground this year, it didn’t stop me from having flowers. There’s something inside of me especially this time of year that…
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A Season of Horrid
My mail lady is going through some changes with the postal service. The other day I asked her, “How are you doing?” and she said, “I’m making $6,000 a year less and doing the same work!” I wasn’t expecting that. This week, I dropped a note in the mailbox for her along with a Starbuck’s…
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The Longer You Wait
I believe it began with an early purchase of the wreath for the front door. I knew I’d need to wait until Winter passed to hang it, much to Gary’s sadness, but holding firm to my first week of March debut has been a challenge. I think about hanging it everyday, but there’s a sweet…
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Don’t Rush the Seasons
I did something completely out of character. I made a purchase even though it’s not quite time to use it. Of course, I could go ahead and use it, but there’s a peculiar sweetness in the anticipation of holding off until the right time. Twice a year I go in search of a wreath for…
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Not Quite Ready Yet
I have a friend who keeps me stocked up in a certain coffee flavor. After meeting with her in October, she gave me the coffee for my birthday alongwith a sweet travel mug. I told her, “You’re my Texas Pecan bean dealer”, and she loved the title. As mentioned in this post, I stopped by…
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Rest in Your Natural Self
I spent Saturday repotting plants. Just moving them into a pot one size larger than what they were in. The next morning they looked happier, a little more free with space for their roots to roam. I repotted one that I’d been procrastinating repotting because it’s large, yet fragile. I didn’t have the right type…
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When You Don’t Have To
When the flooring in your house is wood and tile, but you have one rug in the breezeway. That one rug is where the dog will choose to barf. Sunday afternoons were once spent cleaning house, but I don’t have to anymore. Living solo, the house stays pretty clean and now when I walk through…
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The Sound of Comfort
I’m breaking one of my own rules. The rule was to not drink coffee after 2:00 pm, but here we are at 3:15 pm, savoring a fine cup of cold brew. It was intentional and feels rebellious, but some rules are made to be broken dependent of the day. I woke up early because I’ve…
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Stay True to You
Over the weekend I was sitting on my bed recording a Marco Polo for my friend, and showing her some things I’d done to my room to make it more Haven-like. She Marco Polo’s me back saying she loved the flowers on the bedside table, and noticed I’ve had fresh flowers in my room for…
