meditations of a blueberry

There is something refreshing about the fall in the mountains. I can't quite put my finger on it, but after being in BC for 4 days, I feel lighter. Like all of my worries and concerns just floated away with the morning fog or was washed away by the mountain showers. While I agree that a lot of rain anywhere can be depressing, a little mountain rain is nothing like rain in Alberta. Mountain rain refreshes my soul. It washes away my insecurities. In the fall, the mornings are usually foggy; however, by noon it has usually lifted. In that time, the sun's rays shine through the fog as if from heaven themselves, as if their touch turns the leaves from green to gold.  The gold and copper leaves of fall remind me that even in death there is beauty. Here are a few pictures from my drive through the mountains: The trip to BC was fabulous. E cooperated for the drive (for the most part), and we made it there in record time--6 hours with one 20 minute stop for lunc...

It's almost been a year. I don't seem to be very good at this regular posting thing. When I look back at past posts, I am surprised at things that I have written! Not so much about the content, but more about the actual writing. I used to be able to write! Perhaps with practice, one day again I will be able to recall forgotten vocabulary and grammar rules! Truthfully, I forgot all about this blog (again). But it has been a busy year. In the last year, E has grown, and grown, and grown some more and is now a toddler. I've made some fabulous friends from a fabulous mom's group I joined . And mrblueberry (finally) got his continuous teaching contract. But it hasn't all been positive. Mrblueberry's grandfather passed away this summer at the age of 88. He lived a full and long life, but that doesn't make his passing any easier. It was the first family member mrblueberry had die, so it was hard. There has been a lot of family drama with his grandfather's pass...