Winds of Change

Lately we have been more… together.  And I find myself with too many pictures, too many words for the blog.  So I put off post after post, because I don’t know what to say, where to start.  And this, of course, makes it worse.  More pictures. More words. More news. Where do I start? Our world is about to shift again.

We went back to “the milkweed field” for the first time since last fall. Milo coined the phrase back last summer when the grass on the edge of the woods was as tall as he was and filled with milkweed pods bursting with white fluffy seed-transporters, back before fifty-some inches of snow crushed it down into a giant nest of straw and leaves and bunch after bunch of milkweed fluff. Back when we couldn’t see the road and deer and woodland-y creatures tromped through the tall grass making their way to and from the houses (and inevitably the delicious flower gardens) that line Rock Creek Park. Things had changed, but there it was- the prized milkweed fluff- seemingly untouched by the elements, even the most extreme. One light breeze lifts the fluffy white parachutes into the sky and away, away, away. With the help from some chubby little hands, of course.

How easily each seed is carried on, designed to move on and on until finally it reaches its destination so that it may grow and flourish.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

So do we. Into the wind we go! As we prepare for our move to St. Louis this summer, the realtors and the traveling, the discovery of new places and people and jobs, life goes on.

Little boys become big boys. Baby boys try new foods (so far, guacamole is the fav).

Oliver becomes more and more a part of Milo’s world.

And as this chapter of our lives ends, as the season changes from winter to spring, we welcome the winds that will take us (sadly) further from friends, but closer to the way of life we need to truly be together.

* * * * More to come * * * *