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drifting into blue

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Somehow this summer just drifted away like it was floating on endless, rippling days- slow and lazy. Now it's nearly the end of August. She's packing. And then she's going back.

This is my postcard from the edge of Blue. Won't stay here long, should be a short stop on the annual tour. Lots of kisses and hugs and tears tomorrow. I'm one who wishes it was a big yellow bus that would bring her back again at the end of the day. And then we could make frames with that bag of shells still sitting on the porch or sit on the couch and watch the Yankees play or..... really, anything at all, just be here.   

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May your ache fade into a contented connection that sustains & fulfills even across the miles :)

*sniff* I hope autumns hustle and bustle will keep you busy and preoccupied!

oh --so bittersweet.
i'm sure your time together was priceless indeed.
what a wonderful mom you are.
xo

Isn't it so amazing how fleeting it all is??? how lucky we are

Why does summer always just fly by? I'm familiar with the ache. If we could just keep things the same.
Best,
Kathy

I feel it... My College Girl leaves this weekend. She'll be back, she always returns, and I'm hear waiting.

Dear Charlotte,
Such a lovely post...thanks for reminding me to cherish every moment, especially these fleeting days of summer.
Warm regards,
Susan

Charlotte, I am going to face the same sentiments on Saturday with my daughter's return to college. I love the image of the big yellow school bus bringing her back again at the end of the day. Oh how time has flown! You got me all choked up.

Charlotte,
All us Moms will sniff with you tomorrow! I know, if only that yellow bus was still coming each afternoon....sigh.

My own first girl is coming home (finally!!) after four of the longest years (of my life anyway)in Scotland.We are so blessed with our children, and really, Thanksgiving is just around the corner!
Lidy

Oh you are making me all sad and sniffy. That must be so hard. But at least you had a fabulous summer together. That is a true blessing to cherish and it's perfectly clear that you do!!

Yes, this is the season of passage and I am regretting that there isn't one more evening for laughter on the porch or one more dinner to share around the table. May they come back to us quickly!

Oooh...I'm feeling it, too. This is my youngest son's third year of returning to college and as much as we love and enjoy the young man he has grown to be, the house will seem awfully empty for a few days next week. So, I'll do what I always do... let myself have one day to be sad (drink lots of tea, look at all those cute toddler pictures, cry), then I will clean the house within an inch of its life, plan some new craft projects and GO SHOP FOR FABRIC!!! Yeah!! (and it's only 44 days til Family Weekend!)
I'll be thinking of you...
Nancy

Oh Charlotte, it must be hard. I have a couple more years and my babies fly off too!

My heart breaks with you too...my daughter left to go back to school, and dropping her off at the airport was so painful. Does it ever get easier?

Be kind to yourself today,

Cherri

she'll always come back!!! your a good mommy. mine is almost 16, and im trying to enjoy everyday i have with her. it all goes so fast.
jessi nagy

www.scrappyjessi.blogspot.com

On a little blogging break, but I had to take a moment to say hello... What a lovely post...

Hugs...

Beverly

Sigh.. I know how you are feeling Charlotte - sending a big ((hug)) to you.
xo,
Kim

Wow,I am starting this whole process. The hunger for the little girl.. The desire to just keep them little. What is this all about? Noone told me I'd hurt inside, instead of celebrating when they would get old enough to live on their own. I thought this is what you wait for. I realize these were definitely the best years of my life... tear, tear...

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