lessons and change

I don’t have a green thumb, sometimes I wish I did/think I should (both my mom & sis have gorgeous greenery tucked in every nook throughout their homes and my dad is a wizard outdoors, he spent much of his younger days taking care of a nursery) but I can’t get over the little flying bugs that come along with growing things inside, and I never know how much water is too much or too little, is it turning yellow because it’s dried up or drowned out?!? My mom insists I can do it and will often send me home with cuttings or little babies baby off of her plants, she always believes in me as moms always do ♥ but we both know inevitably I will kill it.
Lesson:
Plants are beautiful, but maybe aren’t my thing and that’s ok.

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It’s always Honeycrisps, always, 100% of the time, there were even years when the supply was so small at MN orchards (this was before you could walk into any store and get them anytime of year) that the growers would only allow us to have 1 bag!
Lesson:  More things, not just apples should be handled this way, always making sure everyone gets a little, so no one person gets a lot ♥

how about them apples .. much like me, nowhere near perfect .. but on the inside, just as sweet 💕 . . . . #pie #honest #withyou #cider #donttakeitforgranted #orchard #applesauce ##life #eats #findwhatfeelsgood #cottagelife #instafood #fall #picoftheday #cozy #real #farmhouse #seekthesimplicity#mindtheminimal #littlewonders #bakersofinstagram #foodie #instamood #amandaochocki #farm #slowliving #goodlife

.but this year the Sweet Tangos were beyond belief, crisp and so insanely sweet, that when we tasted a honey right afterwards, it tasted like flavorless crunchy water!
Lesson: Give different things a chance, don’t always stick with the usual because it’s your usual, you might just miss out on the sweetest thing ♥

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We ate apples,  mailed MN caramel ones to our girl in MA, shared a piece pecan pie in the front seat (eaten with a broken plastic fork, found in the glove box) and we saw the most amazing roses ♥
Lesson: You can close your eyes and live blindly or you can crack life wide open and spread love as far as you can.
I don’t often do BIG things in BIG ways, but I do a lot of tiny things in subtle ways. I’ve found as I get older I need a bit more magnification, a closer look and because I found the cutest reading glasses, I needed to stitch up a just as cute fabric holster for them to live in and because all of this made me feel very much like an adult, I channeled my 6th grade self and bought some scented lip gloss in a little tin.  Strangest thing that little lip balm, you would think “Original Bubble” would mean bubble gum right? Wrong, it smells just like Mr. Bubble the bubble bath, SO WEIRD and yet weirdly appealing!
Lesson: It’s ok to act/feel like a kid sometimes (like with lip gloss), but when it comes to BIGGER things, you need to be a BIGGER person, looking for all the things that make us alike, understanding that the subtle differences are what will make us better and welcoming all of it into our humanity is what will ultimately make us whole. Each of us evolving, growing, becoming more self-aware, knowing what we do (even sometimes tiny things) can have a good/bad impact on everything, everyone, everywhere. We need to push the buttons of possibility in all of us, for the good of all of us. Just because you are the loudest doesn’t mean you are right and just because like-minded cruelty/humor gets you laughter doesn’t mean it’s right and just because you don’t understand, doesn’t mean you can’t be understanding. Be your truest self always, because it’s the person you choose to be when no one is there to notice, that will define you. The nostalgia of the way things used to be is fine for postcards (and lip gloss) but in order to grow and be great we need to actually respect, allow and welcome change.

double adventure

Because when your car breaks down on the Ohio Turnpike, while on your way to Boston to drop your sweet girl off at college and you end up having to have it towed to a dealership and make the rest of the trek in a rental, you may need a little instant happy.

A few extra moments, a twist of vintage yoko and you have a warmer linen loop.

A physical pat down, license check and you and your child’s first ever ride in the back of a patrol car, all to get your sad buns off the pike, because the flatbed tow truck can only seat two (the tow driver and your husband) and the nearest off ramp with a hotel is 25 miles away and it’s after closing at all the damn rental car places and before you can climb in the hard plastic backseat, the officer needs to check your bags and when they come across your little zip pouch and ask “make up bag?” and you reply “no, knitting” and they chuckle and unzip it because they don’t believe you and then are completely surprised that it IS knitting ..and yes, I called it knitting because crochet would have needed more explanation.

Next day you’re back on the road in a rental to Massachusetts and you get your sweet girl all moved in and you high-five thinking you handled this like a pro and you cry because she’s staying and you’re leaving and you love them both so much and you couldn’t imagine anyone better to be marooned with ♥

Three days have passed and you are on the way back to Ohio with one less,  you return the rental and you arrive at the dealership with pillows, travel snacks and luggage in hand, ready to pick up your once broken but now fixed car and get your tired buns home. You are greeted with the news that it will take a frickin week for warranty parts to arrive, apparently the f’ing thing needs a whole new fuel system. Feeling just as broken as the car you grab another rental, this time a one-way, and head west for MN. You are literally driving the bright yellow hamster mobile from the Kia commercials, but your mood lightens when you stop at a gas station that has vanilla frosting combos (wth?) and the cashier decides take a smoke break while you’re in the store, like you look honest enough to watch it for her while she has a break (wth?) and whose only bathroom art is an oversized  1990’s Leonardo DiCaprio wall poster laminated on plywood opposite the mirror, washing your hands you look up, startled, then wink ..hey Leo ♥

  ..nothing but cowls & car time..

Exactly one week later, you get the call, it’s fixed and the very next day you are re-tripping to Ohio with yet another one-way rental on the turnpike (choose your own adventure style) shady hotels, having fun and holding hands, coming full circle, back to linen this time. ♥