
Hello Fall




Fall time on the farm was many things while growing up. First off, not long after the dog days of summer, cooler weather was upon us in Minnesota. The county fair signaled the end of summer break and the first thoughts of the new school year.
Sometime around fair time our family, when us kids were younger, all drove to a larger city about an hour from the farm and shopped for school supplies. I also remember a time in the late 70s when I bought my first pair of Levi’s on this trip and my first bottle of cologne called Love’s Baby Soft. Walmart’s weren’t around back then, at least not in Minnesota, so everything we needed for school was purchased at one store and that was called Osco Drug. When we were younger and had less school supply needs we most likely could get everything at our local Ben Franklin.
When the fair came around, sometimes, if I was lucky, I’d be able to wear a piece from my new back to school wardrobe—which in the 70s comprised new jeans or cords, new turtleneck (always), a new shirt, socks, and underclothing. That’s it! If we needed new jackets, mittens, and caps then we got those right before the first snowfall. For years fair time meant baking cookies, arranging flowers, and trying to find just the right vegetable from the garden to show at the fair. My mom helped me with the cookies, and my grandmother taught me flower arranging and some gardening. I remember receiving several red ribbons (2nd place) and a few prized blue. Fair time meant hamburgers at the 4-h building, rides, and trying to win a big stuffed animal. Though I usually came home with a stuffed snake or banana.
Living out in the country some thirteen miles from town we had to catch the bus every morning for school. I think at one time we were first on the bus—where we were picked up right in front of our house at 7 am. Then after a while we had to hoof it up a hill that was maybe an 1/8th of a mile from our front door. The bus, give or take 5 minutes, would then pick us up at 7:20. We would be alerted when it was time to run when mom could see from our front door the bus approaching a certain spot in the road. Many a day I remember running as fast as my legs could carry me because missing the bus was never an option. Once school started it wasn’t long before the time changed and we would be waking in the pitch dark and the sky would just be lighting up about the time the bus approached us.
Fall time on the farm meant the last of lawn mowing but more raking leaves. Also every fall I helped to put all my mom’s gardens to bed. This involved raking the ground smooth and then mulching it with leaves. Eventually my bike would be put away for the winter by washing it up good, drying and buffing it, and throwing an old rug or blanket over it until spring. Our momma cats were usually all done having kittens for the year so trying to find them and “help” to take care of them was over for another season. No fall would have been complete without my mom offering out my services to pick up the walnuts off my grandma’s front lawn and the lawn of a close neighbor/friend.
It should be said that I did not like school. I literally counted the days until graduation. I was the picked on kid for several years starting in 3rd grade and ending in my freshman year. My dislike of school was not a direct reflection of my teachers. I had some wonderful teachers and a nice school to go to. Bullying back in the 70s was almost unheard of– unfortunately it still happened rare or not and my being bullied eventually stopped when the bullies graduated or moved away. There was, however, an aspect of school I loved and looked forward to and that was when I could order books from The Weekly Reader. To this day those memories are still some of my most favorite memories growing up.
No fall on the farm would be complete without remembering dressing up for Halloween. I’m not sure there were any factory made costumes back then—I never saw any that’s for sure. Everyone wore whatever they could come up with from whatever silly clothing that could be found. So, there were always hobos, farmers, moms, grannies, clowns, and wearing pj’s (the best of all) or curlers in your hair (very popular). I think I was a hobo every year lol. Trick or treating in the country meant about 5-10 houses and only the ones with the porch light on. We didn’t have fancy pumpkins or bags to throw our candy in instead we used an old pillow case. Seventy percent of what we got trick or treating was popcorn and apples with an occasional Hershey candy bar or lifesavers thrown in. The one thing all kids in the 70s were looking forward to receiving that night were full size Snicker bars. We never went to town trick or treating because of how far we were from town, the amount of candy we would have got, and last but never least the tom foolery usually going on like toilet papering houses and egging cars.
Shortly after Halloween all you would hear in the valley I called home were corn pickers and harvesters as the farmers harvested their corn crops for the year. Every night after supper the ground would have a covering of frost. Sometimes I would sit on the swing in our front yard and listen to the corn stalks rustling together and smelling the distant smoke from our neighbor’s woodstove.
Fall on the farm brings back memories of hot summers gone and the coolness and colorful beauty of the next season beginning. Leaves, hot cocoa, candy, wood smoke, and harvest. These are the memories I have of fall on the farm.

Labor Day weekend is upon us. In a blink of an eye, I went from just getting over the fact we had an epic fail barbequing on Memorial Day weekend, to now, the end of summer. How did this happen?
Honestly, I’m sad.
My summer times have changed so much over the years. We used to go hiking, biking, and travel all over during the summer months. But, for various reasons our summers have turned into nursing a sore leg, my husband’s feet issues (plantar fasciitis) and our senior kitty who is now completely deaf. No complaints, I am happy to be alive and things could be way worse. I’m just sad because as summers go by, I’m guessing times of being (or feeling) younger and biking and lots of travel are probably over for us. I wish we both had appreciated those experiences a little more. We kind of took them for granted and acted like we’d always being doing them. I know once we are in our forever home–we will definitely be busy taking care of it for the first few years. So, I guess we’ll live with the memories and going forward learn to appreciate our experiences a little bit more.
The beginning and end of the seasons passes by faster every year. I know my elders told me this when I was growing up. I know it to be true. But, I still wonder why and I’m serious about figuring out a way to slow it down.
Where spring is the season of renewal, summer is the season of full bloom and fruit (+the fruit of our labors). A time to restock, replenish, and, of course, rest. I love the warmth, the sound of, the feel of, every single thing about the growth of, color, life, and light, of summer.
Summer is almost gone. Get out and enjoy the last little bit of the new life it brought with it. Soon, all the insects will tuck back into bed, the forest floor will begin to break down all those beautiful leaves, days will be shorter, longer nights, and then cold.
xoxo

🌿 August Reset: A Gentle Pause Before the Final Push
August is the soft exhale between summer’s wild bloom and autumn’s golden discipline. It’s not quite the end, not quite the beginning. It’s the stillness before the turn.
In many ways, August feels like a second chance at a new year.
By this point, we’ve lived through over half the calendar year—some of our intentions from January may have bloomed beautifully; others wilted quietly. Life has shifted, as it always does. And that’s okay. Growth isn’t always linear. But August? August invites us to pause, reset, and breathe.
Here’s how to embrace an August Reset—gently, intentionally, and in alignment with who you are now (not who you thought you’d be back in January).
Ask yourself:
August isn’t about pressure. It’s about awareness. No shame, no guilt—just honesty.
Declutter one small area of your life—your desk, a drawer, your inbox, your thoughts. Make space for clarity.
Try a simple ritual: light a candle, make your favorite drink, and write down what you want to leave behind this month. Burn it (safely) or tear it up. Let it go.
Choose one habit that will support your well-being and energy for the rest of the year. Not ten—just one.
Maybe it’s:
Reset doesn’t mean overhaul. It means realign.
What do you want your life to feel like as the year closes?
Not the achievements or the numbers—but the rhythm. The atmosphere. The peace. Then, ask: what small shifts can you make in August to start cultivating that energy?
Write a note to your December self. Describe what you hope they’re proud of. What you hope they feel. What you hope they remember about this August—that you slowed down long enough to hear yourself again.
Seal it. Save it. Open it when the year ends.
You don’t need to catch up. You’re not behind. You’re right on time.
Let August be your gentle invitation to begin again—not from scratch, but from experience.
Happy Reset Season 💛

Summer is slipping away… have you had a good summer?

First things first what is perimenopause? Perimenopause is the period (pardon the pun) right before menopause. Symptoms can include-hot flashes, breast tenderness, lower sex drive, fatigue, sleeping difficulties, urine leakage, and urinary urgency. These symptoms can last four months to ten years. Perimenopause ends when 12 months go by without a period. Once the 12 months go by without a period you are officially in menopause.
Two things prompted me to think about writing up a post about perimenopause and feeling fit and young at 52. About a year and a half ago, when I had just turned 50, I accepted a job offer that included a health exam. When asked when my last period was I promptly stated, I have my period today. The health tech stopped writing, looked me dead in the eyes, and said “You still get your period?” Um why yes I do. I’m 50 years old, I’m not dead. I don’t think she would believe it if I told her, now almost two years later, I still get my period. Like clockwork too, every 28 days and I’ve never missed one yet.
Is this normal? Well, it’s not abnormal. Yes, most women do begin to miss periods and experience menopause at my age. I’m just not one of them. The road to puberty, some forty years ago now for me, was very difficult. Very difficult. I expected that the duration between middle age and menopause to also be somewhat difficult, and if not difficult, unique to me.
Aside from needing to lose a few pounds I am a very healthy almost 52-year-old woman. Yet I have experienced over the last ten years’ symptoms of perimenopause. To be clear I haven’t experienced them for the full 10 years but I have had some symptoms off and on for 10 years. My health checked out fine and my hormone levels checked out within normal limits, so I’ve learned to deal with them. In the last year it’s been hot flashes, for a few years it’s been sleeping difficulties. I’ve also experienced an increased sensitivity to smells. Which didn’t change things too much for us, we’ve never used any strong sprays personally or in our household- things like febreeze or deodorizers or smelly laundry soaps. I clean our home with good hot soapy water and almost everything we use to clean and wash is unscented.
The second thing that prompted me to write this post was overhearing a woman in Target, approximately my same age, speaking about herself as if she was ready to pack it all in by calling herself an old gal. To be sure being 52 years old isn’t being a teenager but being old or feeling old is a very subjective term. At any age we can have muscle aches or feel fatigued or feel exhausted. I see people all the time thirty years older than me riding bike and walking paths that I at 52 am just working up to. I’ve seen thirty-year old’s too tired to do anything after work but sleep and at the same time seen a senior citizen volunteer for 10 hours and go home and work in the garden. It all boils down to how well we take care of ourselves; the food we eat and our level of exercise and rest. Attitude also has a lot to do with it, it may be the single most important thing next to taking proper care of yourself. I’ve never been one to hop on trends, fall for gimmicks, or see doctor after doctor searching for ?
Throughout the years I’ve changed my diet to what it is now. After all that’s what my blog has been all about. Here are some things I’ve eaten, or tried eating to help with symptoms of perimenopause:
So those are the physical tips. What about the increase in emotions- sadness, depression, and irritability? Well, eating right and sleeping well is half the battle. Good whole food is good for your body and your mind. That said I do the following things to keep my spirits lifted:
Turning 50 was and still is fabulous to me. I’ve always felt much younger than I biologically am. I owe part of this to marrying a much younger man and part of it to my state of mind which I feel is often very positive and upbeat. You’re only as old as you feel and I still feel fabulous. No rocking chairs or being called old gal allowed in my house. Staying active and staying healthy is a good start to helping you get through the varied symptoms of perimenopause and menopause. There are a few books written about it, but for the most part discussion is silent. I hope I’m helping to change that with my post. For years I’ve discussed these very personal issues with my husband. He is and has always been very understanding (and genuinely sympathetic) toward me and some of the issues I experience as a woman. He is way more understanding of my mood swings and my need for rest or me time than your average man is, and I like to think that is, because I’ve talked to him openly about issues that affect women.
Update 2025–
I thought I would write an update to this post now that I am five year post menopause. I’m also 22 years sober this month. Menopause finally occurred for me at 56. My periods did skip a time or two and then finally, stopped. It was weird. As a woman you spend most of your life regulated by your period. Every single thing, it oftens seems, is scheduled around it for almost forty years. It’s hard to believe, but, it’s true, our periods are very important experiences. Then one day, they’re gone. I was sad for about a week. I thought I would be sad a lot longer. Physically, I feel about the same as I did five years ago. I feel good about myself, confident in myself, and as always a sense of positive as I await the next adventure of my life–my 60’s!
officially began July 3rd. I predict fall/autumn will arrive 1 month early this year weather wise (not calendar, of course). Enjoy the rest of your summer. Listen to the birdsong, take a walk along the beach, pick the last of the summer raspberries, relax on your porch and read a good book. Plan a family/friend bbq, make a cool refreshing summer salad. Eat a great hot dog or a street taco, go for a walk at sunset, take a dip, wear your prettiest sundress, take off your shoes, roast marshmallows, drink a cold glass of lemonade. Enjoy it! This is the best part of summer! xoxo

Here’s a peek into our July!





Until next time, get out there and enjoy those dog days of summer!
Happy Happy First Day of Summer 2025!!

Warm nights, lightning bugs, the croaks of a nearby bullfrog, soft rain through a screened porch window, the smell of river water mixed with sunscreen, sand between my toes, and delicious, quick to fix, summer food (salads, corn, roasted veggies, and hot dogs). I’m always reminded of my growing years–bike rides in the heat, kool-aid, marshmallows, fresh peaches, mac salads, and quick meals. Oh the many afternoons I spent laying on my back on our lawn looking up at the sky. Listening to the lowing of our dairy cows, cicadas in the tall grass, and the songs of the the Song Sparrow w/ the distant whippoorwill and buzzing bee.
Happy Summer Everyone
xoxo