Happy Thought Indeed

It happens every year. I'm happily going on my summery way, enjoying sunshine, freedom, and fresh air, and then...it happens. Fall comes. I usually notice it when my nose gets stuffy and I start sneezing every 10 minutes. Allergies is my introduction to summer's end, which is what I'm experiencing now.

Anna and I started math last week to get a head start, and we're also doing research for our term papers for the history class we participate in which starts in September. I was hoping to hand it in the first day, but as the date gets closer, my hopes get smaller. Note taking is the bain of my life. It's so tediously painstaking. But it must be done.

I'm sad that summer's ending, but also ready for school to start. And oh, this will be my last year. And that is a happy thought. :D

Punk Meets Bride

My mother got married in September of 1980. Recently, we pulled out the dress and had a fashion show, Anna and I that is, since the dress is far too small for anyone else. It was slightly big on me (I'm holding on to the small hope that I may grow someday) but it fit Anna. Who is fourteen. I swallowed my pride and the following is the photoshoot I did of her in it. We had a little fun with hair, shoes, and accessories too, just to make it a little less matrimonial. :P Our look was Punk Meets Bride.

Rock on Anna, rock on.

We have an old barn we use for storage which we rummaged through to find interesting things to throw in the pictures. One of which was a wooden bat.

Check out that rock:

Oh, and the shoes just kind of rocked as well.

Laughing at the looks we got from passers-by.
It was a rather fabulous thing to do on a Tuesday afternoon. We had a blast.

And my model was rather gorgeous, which just made it even better.

and I held the sun in my hand

There's something about watching the sun rise from the back of a horse.

There's something about eating the day, with all it's fire and force.

There's something about the feeling, when you hold the sun in your hand.

And something about love that I don't understand.

"To rob the millionaire is as dishonorable a thing as to rob the widow." -Tully Bascomb (The Mouse That Roared)