The Bear in the Orchard

The image below does not show the true majestic elegance that Tim and I observed one afternoon. The bear in truth was strolling with purpose and no matter how Tim and I tried to capture an image it became a blurry image of trees.

We had been out shopping for white pumpkins for our fall themed wedding and during the drive from one farmer’s market to another, we came across an apple orchard. The orchard was located on the right and as we approached it up ahead we saw a large black mass moving across the street. I exclaimed, “I think that’s a bear!!”  To which Tim replied skeptically, ” you sure?” As we slowed down to watch it move through the orchard it was confirmed. The bear was moving towards the apple trees most likely for a delicious snack. We turned our Volkswagon to the right and drove on a small dusty road in an attempt to at least get a clear photograph without trees. But the bear was keen to us and just kept walking and as it moved the branches seemed to shelter it as it disappeared from our view. We sat stunned for a few minutes, and then backed out and continued on our way.

We got the pumpkins of course and they looked great at our wedding. When people asked how we got so many white pumpkins I told the story of the bear and our drive. When we moved up north I expected to see more wildlife but never expected to see a bear. It was truly an impressive sight, and I have often wondered about the bear. I hope the bear had a wonderful apple feast and as the weather here has changed drastically in the past few weeks I hope the bear is sleeping safely in its den. black-bear-1019063_960_720

A Scratch Poem

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Wedding planning is interesting. Things come up while you are planning and working out all the details. Things like, family skeletons, drama, and of course you think of the people who can’t be there. While formulating how to properly honor our family that has passed. I have been working on this scratch poem.

What is a scratch poem? Well, its something I made up. It’s a poem you write down in a hurry on scrap paper, or whatever is near you before you forget. Then as you write it down you edit it right there real time. Unlike previous poems, I have written which require several editing sessions later. Scratch poems are poems that become the original work in one sitting. So without further introduction, I bring you my poem:  Late RSVP

I saw you yesterday

Staring at me

With clear crystal blue eyes

I heard you last night

Laughing loud like tinkling glass

Unbridled and joyous

I felt you this morning

As I put on my wedding dress

Standing behind me proud

I missed you today

When I walked down the aisle

I stared at your empty chair

Walking into the hall

I found you… at last

Swaying to the music

In my mind’s eye, we danced

I’m glad you could make it.

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Copyright The Phoenix Rises.

This thirty-something is getting hitched in 48 Days!

As fall brings about change it seems fitting that I too am undergoing my own set of changes. In just a few weeks I will have a new last name and a new extended family. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think something like this would ever happen to me. I never thought I would meet someone who I wanted to be with forever, or he would want to be. This thirty-something is finally reaching a true milestone. I remember scrolling through Facebook a year or two ago and thinking when I saw all the engagement photos and married statuses “I truly am a late bloomer.” But, late bloomer or not I finally get to have my day in the sun. Canva - Leaves falling on ground

We chose fall, it happens to be my favorite season and neither of us enjoys sweating to death in fancy clothes. I was smart enough to start researching places early because fall, as I realized, is just as popular as spring now. After previewing numerous venues with escalating price tags, we chose a historic inn with a rustic feel. The ceremony will be held outside under a large tree in a meadow. We were told by the venue that the tree is known for its beautiful fall color so we knew we just had to do it. This is, of course, providing that New England weather does not throw us a curve ball. Naturally, we decided to do things slightly differently, so we have a bagpiper for ceremony music. We wanted people to walk away thinking this is not like this person or that one.

In true wedding hubbub style, we agonized over excruciating details like food, sides, table clothes, suit and shirt colors, hair, makeup, and flowers. But, as we are down to the very last we can now see all our efforts paying off. I would say here and now wedding planning is not for the faint of heart, nor is it for the broke. We made many sacrifices this past year and a half to get to this point. Our only hope and wish is that our family and friends attend our event and they truly enjoy their time. As it will be the first day we embark on the journey of life as one. ~

Country Girl moves to the City

This year has been a wild ride so far. There were times during it where I have to admit I wasn’t sure what was happening or how it was all going to work out.

I had been actively searching for a job throughout last year and the start of this one. It was depressing the amount of resumes I sent out with no response back. My decision to enroll in school again came after several years of debate. I wanted to make more money and I wanted to give myself skills that would give me the opportunities I was looking for. I also hoped it would show as a plus on my resume. Months of sending out resumes and barely getting any feedback led me to feel like failure. When I finally reached out to several staffing groups that is when I landed myself the job I am in now.

Not in a million years did I think I would finally be in a place where I have my own cubicle and my name plaque on the side. I take the train into town to work, which has been both exciting and claustrophobic at times. Each day I stare up at the tall buildings with awe on my face like a dope. It is crazy to admit but this is the kind of excitement I have been looking for. I can finally dress like a professional instead of the uniforms I had worn in the past or the really casual laid back atmosphere of the job before.

It happened so fast that I barely had time to take stock of all of the stuff I would need for the new job. I interviewed on a Friday and I got the call the following Monday.  My one year anniversary with my wonderful boyfriend was during the second week of my training. He had recently started a new job too and was looking forward to getting his career on the fast track himself. We both were starting out fresh, but together which made it not seem so foreboding. To celebrate our anniversary from one of the tallest buildings in the city was fabulous. But, to have him ask me to move in? Well, now that is even better.

I finally feel like my life is coming into its own. Perhaps this is what they mean when they say “good things come to those who wait.”

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Measurement and Scales

And I was weighed that day silently. I could tell from the look in your eyes that there was something wanting. That among all my freckles and hair, my graces, you had segmented me out into black and red lines. I was missing the parts that mattered most to you. I was absent of the things that you had hoped for. The things I did have, were… just…not enough. I was at a loss of course, because that phantom invisible scale had found me again. The one that everyone uses but doesn’t like to talk about at parties. I was ranked in each category unbeknownst to me, while dinner was being served. I was given a grade next to each on the list. But those numbers, they just didn’t add up for me. I had a remainder you see, I didn’t fit in those clean cut boxes. I spilled over and out of some and I barely filled the box on others. I was a recipe all gone wrong, and you were expecting a culinary masterpiece. I was a disappointment. The weights were heavy and not in my favor. The saddest part, the scales you use and those boxes you fill will never really equal the happiness you seek. But, yours truly with my remainders, my frizz, and my half full boxes will be all the better for it. Thats a sum you can’t figure with numbers and scales.

I apologize for my hiatus. Sometimes it is important to reflect and I needed time to do that.

Phoenix Rises

The phoenix is probably one of my favorite mythical creatures. I can not say it is my top favorite because the mermaid is still number one in my book. In life we can see examples of phoenix everywhere. I admit probably not the bird you have pictured in your mind’s eye, but a rising from the ashes if you will of someone or something. A person who comes back from the brink of death perhaps, or the person you know who under terrible strain overcomes something most thought insurmountable. Nature in its own right can be a phoenix. Fires that rage and eat forests reducing them to ashes, lay the groundwork for nature to be reborn. Perhaps the thing I like the most about the phoenix is this symbolic creature can represent anything but the message always remains the same ” From the ashes I will rise. ”

Phoenix Rises

Grey ash floats to the floor

The once brilliant colors

Have faded into dullness

Wilting and weak

Sad eyes reflect tragedy

One last effort produces

A brilliant spark of light

Slate molts to charcoal black

Charred ashes gather

Collecting in neat piles

A gentle refreshing breeze

Starts to blow–

Specks carried on the air

Begin to change

Black ash turns to white

Whirling in funnels 

A miniature tornado

White dots form an oval

Producing a shiny egg

Out of darkness comes

A pillar of strength

The translucent orb vibrates

Forcing a zig zag crack

Between the fracture

A tiny beak emerges

Forcefully it pushes through

With brilliant turquoise eyes

A head of iridescent shades

Red, rose, orange, feathers

Drape her frame

A glint of gold shines in the light

Blue talons with onyx scales

She is a rare beauty

Forged from fire and ash

Once more she is reborn

But never the same as before.

 

Copyright. Phoenix Rises.

 

Dairy Entry 102: Target you get me

Ohhh Target… you get me! I don’t know how you know me so well but you do. I have discovered a good portion of people including my boyfriend are unfamiliar with it’s glistening “golden ticket” quality but for me it brings about the nostalgia of Bradlees, Ames, or Caldor. I realize those name drops are giving my age away but in comparison I am not far off. The presentation of the aisles the red colors all remind me of entering Bradlees or Ames and thinking“ I can get everything I need right here.”

Case in point: It is the only store I can go in for two items and leave with a cart full of stuff wondering did I forget anything? The other day I went into target for soap, some makeup, and a jacket and left with Christmas ornaments, plates, food, pants, and socks. I felt good about it though, like I was productive. I swear they release positive vibes from the air vents or something as soon as you pass that cute dog mascot on the way in.

Why do I love them so much? They anticipate and know my needs instantly I mean example one: dinner plates. I didn’t mean to get plates but as I was rolling by to get my bagels I noticed the winter theme set up. On an end cap I saw these plates with prancing reindeers and thought to myself “ wow do I have winter plates at home?” “What if I need these?” Clearly a concern around this time of year with entertaining. I stared at the display and wondered “ what about bowls?” Wait a minute look at this matching bowls and obviously you cant have plates without matching bowls right? I mean who wants to put out a nice spread for the holidays with friends without matching bowls? The answer folks is, no one. I glance at the napkins and I resist thinking to myself “ don’t get ahead of yourself you have wonderful gold napkins you don’t need those.” Oh but look at these goblets? Well, heck I know I don’t have goblets. I mean if I am going to get the plates I clearly need these goblets. I just kept thinking of how useful they are, for beverages like mulled cider, frappes, iced tea, and look how nice they are? I mean, four goblets thats not a lot right? I mean when I get right down to brass tax all those cups I’ve thrown out over the years probably bought these goblets 10 times over, it’s a done deal in my cart they go.

They know that I had more of my list than I had originally written down example two: Bargain bins in the front. I don’t know what it is about me and crafts but I love them. Perhaps in another piece I will enlighten you with my withdrawals from Michaels but for now, bins. I love those things! I usually shop there first. I mean where else can I find cute little cut outs and stuff for a 5 bucks or less? I know my dollar store fans are going to cry out but have you tried the cut outs from the dollar store? Some of them are not even worth the dollar. I decided like last year I am making my own Christmas tags, so clearly these cute cut outs are key. Oh snap, they have bottles of Mod Podge? Well, I mean I don’t even think I have any at home so these two bottles are going in my cart. Woah what is this? Ceramic little houses for painting or for decorating? Ohhh Target you…you are good. I have many of those plug in houses at home, but the issue is many of them are targets for my cats. Apparently my furry friends decide to demolish my little village by crushing my trees and trying to bite through the cords. But these little houses, small enough to fit on my mantle and I can put a flameless votive inside! Okay calm down just get one, I mean you have to pace yourself.

Sighs Something that matters to me is neatness with the stores, and variety and so Example three: variety. Look, I am well aware that most don’t appreciate like I do variety in lactose free milks but for me that is key. I have found more choices for flavored almond, soy, and cashew milk at Target than I have at a local grocery store. It doesn’t stop there though they always have more options for household products, beauty products etc. I don’t want to make a bunch of stops to find the products I need, and often Target has items I need that other stores don’t.

After my plate purchase I got home and realized not only do I not have enough room to entertain people but I don’t know enough I want to entertain. Eh it is the thought that counts. If I go back there I will just return the items and think“ do I have ritz crackers at home?” Then before you know it I have small serving plates with little cheese knives and fancy cheese. I’m not saying that I have done this I am just giving you an example. (Right!) I am embracing what is I love Target and there is nothing I can do about it. Target you complete me.

 

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