Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Hello, Eastern Tennessee!


We have been a bit busy as of late. We are spending one month in Tennessee for my husband's work, illustrating probably the number one reason I love homeschooling--adventure flexibility. That being said, it takes a whole lotta work to pack five people for a month with whatever can squeeze into our car. And I do mean squeeze. Clown cars have nothing on us. Needless to say, I was very tired before we left and I'm still tired now. I've tried to channel my inner Dory with the lines, "Just keep moving! Just keep moving!"

On top of my endless to-do lists, before leaving we encountered a bit of a mouse problem. We did not find said mouse before we left and are hoping we don't return to an odoriferous fragrance or a scene from Ratatouille. Shudder. We have a friend is generously checking on our house guest (hopefully just one)...very thankful for this! I figure God has a sense of humor and He was just sure I needed that extra push to get my basement clean-ish before we left as I know I would have put it off otherwise.

Anyway, we are all very excited to be in Tennessee a second time and generally consider it our family sabbatical. We are thankful that my husband's work allows us to do this and that because of homeschooling we have the flexibility to take this trip. For one month we step out of our normal life. We step away from house and home projects and upkeep. We step away from our weekly commitments and life pressure. We all lay aside our individual commitments and we go adventure as a family. Last time, it wasn't all perfect or ease or stress free, but so very very worth it.
Loved this sign at Zaxby's...where can I get one?


Just to clarify, I really love my life. I love our city, our community, our home, our neighbors...we are blessed. But being able to have a more simple existence for one month gives us an opportunity to take a bird's eye view on our life, a slower pace gifts us unhurried family moments. We are going to something, not running away. My husband still works during the week. I still have school to do. But the weekends are ours, the evenings are ours, and during the weekdays, Knoxville and the Great Smokies are our playground.


hiking at the University of Tennessee Arboretum


Belle found this little critter, I don't even know how..."eagle eyes" she says. It looks like a leaf from the top.

lablab bug
Apart from the somewhat horrifically long drive out here, we are settled in and getting situated. We're tired still. We're not in a groove and we're all a little grouchy at times. In spite of our grouchy moments, the weather is gorgeous, the leaves are frosted in magnificent autumn colors and are reaching their peak. Fall lasts longer here. We have already eaten too much Southern fare...yummy fried and are trying to eat better. We have picnicked on the banks of the Tennessee River at the Concord Park Cove (our favorite!), we have wandered the trails of the University of Tennessee Arboretum (another favorite), discovered the smallest green frog I've ever seen, and identified a new bug. In case you were wondering the lablab bug is an Asian transplant which really loves Kudzu vines (which are everywhere). They also like to hitchhike into our townhouse. Yesterday, we day-tripped through Virginia and West Virginia and visited three reservoirs (we didn't feel like we had driven enough recently...).
kudzu vines by our home...down the road they have attached themselves to power lines...taking over the world!



Cece's birthday was several days ago and she asked to stay around here and rest and do simple things. She sketched fashion creations, we played pool, we explored our complex...simple. She also wanted to swim in the Tennessee River like she did two years ago. No, it is not warm, but that doesn't stop my Guatemalan princess. We had a lovely beautiful evening celebrating.


I always pick thematic literature and here is our read-aloud list to date:

1. The Mandie Collection by Lois Gladys Leppard--love these books...we read three last time we were here and we will continue with them! (Christian/historical/mystery/North Carolina)

we play games and read our books in coffee shops...
2. Turn Homeward, Hannalee by Patricia Beatty (Historical/Civil War/Georgia)

3. Be Ever Hopeful, Hannalee by Patricia Beatty (sequel)

4. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 

This is what I hope to do better while we here:

1. Get up earlier. I'm not what you would call a morning person especially if I have to wake up in darkness. Knoxville sits on the western edge of the eastern time zone. The sun rises at 8 a.m. and where I live that is never a reality. Surely I can get up at 7 and get an hour to read and write to start my day. I had a hard time with this last time and it seemed to get later and later. Carpe Diem!

2. Eat better. I found it challenging to not be in my normal kitchen without my normal grocery stores. Cooking began to feel quite difficult quite fast. Apart from the plethora or apples and muscadine grapes we bought from the stand near our home, we became a tad bit addicted to fast food. I was asked if I ate good food in Tennessee and what my favorite treats were. Hmmm. Grits? Fried pickles? Toe jam? Crushers (panini-pressed croissant breakfast sandwiches) and cinnamon rolls from our local coffee shop? Yes, most definitely the cinnamon rolls, way too many cinnamon rolls. I have a better handle on this and we WILL eat better! Our favorite apple stand is no longer there, so we'll keep searching.



3. Most importantly, I want to see God's sovereignty in his placement of our family into Eastern Tennessee, even though it is only for one month. I expected to see His hand in our family time two years ago during our first Tennessee stint, I didn't expect fruit outside of that and I was so very wrong.

In one month we made a sweet connection with an elderly woman in our apartment complex. To be honest, I was feeling self-conscious of my diverse children and wasn't sure how the South would treat us as a family. I would describe Ms. JoeAnn as a regal African-American woman. Our first day in Knoxville I nearly walked around her, but I didn't and I'm so thankful for the sweet conversations and relationship we had. We took her flowers the week we left and she cried. We wrote letters for a year and then lost touch. She moved or she passed on, but when we left, her parting words were, "I'll never forget you and I'll pray for you as long as I live."

There were others, so many sweet stories. I saw so clearly that every place we step we can impact the world for Christ. It starts with a heart to see every moment as a moment in God's world. It starts with a smile, a hello, a kind word, loving my kids, loving my husband, showing courtesy, taking time to listen...so many little insignificant nothings that create beautiful tapestries. This does not mean that we were proclaiming the name of Jesus from the rooftops, we were just living our life and God blessed it.

We have more relationships here now and we plan to take advantage of this time. The kids spent a joyful afternoon with our neighbors who live behind us. D has been writing to a friend he met here for the last two years and today we spent a sweet and lovely day with his family. Old-fashioned letters sparked a friendship and we all benefited from that effort today. We're not here just for ourselves. We tell ourselves and we tell our kids--every moment matters.

You'll be hearing more from us as we savor Eastern Tennessee! We have hoped and prayed that we would have second opportunity to do this. And we are thankful.

Monday, April 20, 2015

seasonal life..."let the season be..."

I love the four seasons and I'm not merely referring to Vivaldi (which I admittedly adore). I anticipate the coming of each season and I also feel a loss for a season's end. Constant, change like clockwork. I like change and I hate it.

Autumn is my favorite. Bright greens transition to reds, oranges, yellows, burgundies and shades in between. Crisp, cool days, bright sunshine, crunchy leaf piles, pumpkins, apples, fleece hoodies, hiking, and hot drinks on my front porch. Autumn never lasts long enough for me. One early storm with swift, bristly winds can ruin its splendor.


I prefer winter to be the shortest season. I do love winter clothes, stacks of books, hot drinks, soup, cobblers, candles, and watching pudgy snowflakes flutter and swirl and fall through my large picture windows. I like being cold so I can cozy up under more blankets. I love watching my kids romp around in the backyard snow.

Winter often bleeds into spring. Spring often has an identity crisis. New growth breeds hope, fresh non-freezing air fills my lungs, buds appear, birds fill the air with twittering, I start to think toward summer days. I savor the blossoms, my beautiful blossoming trees. These fragrant blossoms are so often taken out by spring storms and vicious winds, winter's reluctant release, but I breathe them in while they last. And, as much as I like blossoming trees, one type of tree in particular smells like rotting garbage. No joke, no exaggeration. I have no regrets when this tree transitions to its summer coat of unscented leaves.

Summer seems like it should be the best, but it's a mixed bag for me. I don't particularly like the heat, I hate mosquitoes and wasps and snakes, I hibernate during bright sun hours. Still, leafy trees and a hedge of bushes return to give me my own Secret Garden. I love sitting and sipping my coffee in my backyard while I read. I love the lingering daylight, swimming, BBQ, baseball and 4th of July. I look forward to cool mornings, cool evenings, summer storms, fresh basil for pesto, bike rides and field trips. Time seems to speed up during summer, it feels more the length of Leap Day, barely existing before it is gone yet again.

In life and in mothering I've heard many thoughts on seasons. Usually the reference is in hopes that a certain season will pass. To mothers of young children, "the longest days and the shortest years," has reached proverb status. Despite the cliche, it's very true.

Leaving that season, I felt a sadness for the little nothings and sweetness that I couldn't bottle up and wondered if I were too overwhelmed to really enjoy it all. I tried. Every season I leave, I feel bereft of something. Changes in my kids, our schedule, our home, my friendships...it hurts. Every season I enter holds uncertainty, but also a knowledge that new joys await, new experiences, new phases for our kids, new paths on our journey. New.

I miss my toddlers' exuberant excitement greeting me at the door, but I don't miss diapers and tantrums and not sleeping well. I want to hug their baby pictures sometimes, but I don't want to return if it means giving up where we are now. 

Our family traveled to New York City last fall for several weeks. At ages 11, 9, and 6, our kids are old enough to take such a trip and have it be amazing. They remember and appreciate it. They won't fall off a subway platform or wander off (we were a little concerned about Belle, being as fearless as she is...). We couldn't have done this trip when they were all pre-elementary school. (Well, we could have if we were totally nuts).

We are in a new season. Some parts are spectacular, some parts challenging, we hit the beautiful and the ugly. It's a different beautiful and ugly than five years ago. Not better, not worse, just different.

This season, ordained for us by the hand of God. Whether it be beauty or desolation, turbulent seas or mind-numbing doldrums...ordained.

Seasonal is defined as: fluctuating or restricted according to the season or time of year.

I've found this so true of life. Fluctuating. Restricted. But not just restricted, restricted according to the season....

Ecclesiastes resonates:

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
 
3a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
 
4a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
 
5a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
 
6a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
 
7a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
 
8a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I've been reading Victim of Grace by Robin Jones Gunn. My heart has been encouraged. She writes:

"Why are we caught off guard when the seasons change? We wonder if we've done something to precipitate the loss of the previous abundance and all the vibrant evidences of God's wonder-working power. All of nature willingly surrenders to the changes in the physical universe, yet nothing in our human nature allows us to simply let the season be what it is and trust that the hand of the Great Gardener is still at work in us, carrying out his bigger plan for the world as well as for our lives." 

I have felt these seasonal shifts. I tend to focus on the negative, what I will lose with each passing season. I cannot see what lies ahead, but I can know my God. I can remember all that He has led me through, all the seasons gone past, the many joys and sorrows and I can know that He continues to turn the seasons. 


I will praise Him as Samuel did after Israel defeated the Philistines in battle saying, "Thus far the LORD has helped us." (1 Samuel 7:12)

Beauty awaits on the horizon, seasons changing the world around me, but God does not change and I will walk hand in hand with my Lord toward the horizon, letting the season be.