I really don’t understand my mood swings lately. One day I feel on top of the world. The next day doom and gloom. Heck, one hour to the next. Is it because I’m a woman? Is it PMS? Is it depression returning? Is it anger?
We had a fantastic day today. Sundays always seem to be the best day of the week. No, we don’t rush off in the morning to go to church. In our very own eclectic way we do what God as a he/she/it would want us to do. Commune with nature, commune with each other, commune with our family.
It was nice and autumnal again today. We keep having these sporadic seasons here. One day summer, next day winter, oh and here’s a glimpse of fall back as it should be. Maybe that’s what it is.
We went out into the woods for a few hours today. Me, the girls and the dog. It was warmish, the ground smelled of crunched dying leaves which floated this way and that among us. Em’s caught one, which she has been trying to do no avail the last couple of weeks.
So the dog buried her ball in the leaves, only to pounce into it catlike over and over. The girls climbed fallen trunks and were, well, you know, kids. I found another little gnome hole tree and I stitched some sweet little pocket warmers for my Etsy shop.
Good day all around.