Flea Market ..

The Cowboy and I wanted to get out of town yesterday and just enjoy the day together .. Summer has finally come to an end, at least the hectic pace we had both been keeping and this weekend and the next few are welcome reprieve.

We jumped in the car and headed west about an hour to Mineral Point, not sure what all we would find but a Fall Art Tour was underway.  The small town boasts beautiful architecture, great storefronts, artists, writers, potters .. and as we discovered upon leaving the highway, a great flea market.

The first booth we walked up to was the find of the day.  Helping us load one of the most beautiful old trunks we’ve ever seen (for the guest room or possibly a prop for photos) into the car ..

Great finds numbers 2, 3 & 4 ..

A little olive oil on this baby .. shine it right up.

There happen to be three items in this photo that will be going under the Christmas tree this year.  Cool things because they’re cool.  But extra cool because, BARGAIN.  And, RECYCLE.

One thing we found entertaining but did not leave with ..

The simple things ..

We rounded the corner after coming up the stairs to the back door the other night, talking about the day, laughing and dodging the rain ..

When I see .. (sorry not great photos but was trying to avoid getting camera soaked in the rain)

 

We had been of our bottled water for almost two weeks and the chunks of what look like metal or rock that flow out of our faucet aren’t really what I want to be guzzling down after a run in the morning .. or making coffee with.  Or giving my daughter a glass of to drink each night.

I know we still have some of the best, most clean drinking water in the world and I appreciate that for all it is .. but the bottled water that comes to our doorstep about once/month is such a beautiful, delicious sight ..

And while the water was enough to have me and us grinning with delight in and of itself ..

I catch a glimpse of something else lush and green peering out from behind the screen door my daughter had already opened to get us out of the rain ..

 

Some of the most beautiful, gargantuan beets I have ever seen .. set atop the rail of our porch.  Straight from the garden and the neighbors CSA basket earlier that day.

Such simple things.  What beautiful gifts.

 

Stunning fall color ..

Been a rainy week here in Wisconsin and so many of the leaves are now off the trees.

But the dry summer apparently made for some stunning fall color and I so love how beautiful the fully in tact (versus the brown mushed up) fallen leaves look in the rain.

Grabbed this while on a run the other morning.

The entire street I was on that morning was covered with leaves similar to this one.  The scene was as stunning on the ground as the leaves had been only hours before, barely dangling yet from their branches, holding onto one more day of life before that strong, crisp wind brought them down.

 

10/11/12

October 11, 2012.

My beautiful sister posted this online last night…

She had no idea how profound a verse it would be to carry with me into the day today.

Listen to advice and accept discipline, and at the end you will be counted among the wise. Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails.

Proverbs 19:20-21

It’s the little things ..

Sometimes it’s a smile.  Or a ray of sunshine.  Or a hug from your child.  Or husband.  Or a song.

This morning ..

 

It was this.

Often this fall, on the last leg of my jog through our neighborhood, there is a table sitting out with fresh tomatoes.  Free for whomever shall come along and appreciate them.

I on occasion will grab one red and one yellow because my crop for some reason this year, has yet to turn.  And I fear it is all but too late for them to be anything but green.  And I so enjoy fresh sliced tomatoes.

I grabbed one of each again this morning.  And smiled as I jogged the last leg of our morning run, home.

I’m pretty sure the dog did too.

 

Good ‘Ol Joe Hunter Hancock.

Joe.

“He’s been a great horse,” the Cowboy says tonight as we’re talking about him.

He’s been steady, strong, reliable.  Lot different than when I bought him.  Bought him from a friend back in 2005 and they were afraid of him.  All he wanted to do was buck and be snorty on the ground.”  But the Cowboy thought he was super cool looking and really smart.  

He kept him. 

Wessington Springs.

“After I got him, I went and rode with one of the best working cow horse trainers in the country, the guy is legendary.”

He’s gone on to become PRCA two-time Heel Horse of the Year, Four-time Minnesota Rodeo Heel Horse of the Year..

Badlands Circuit Finals.

Joe has since, become the horse everyone wants to ride.  Guests.  The kids.

Me.

But with the Cowboy essentially off the rodeo circuit for now, focusing on being a good dad and husband as well .. Joe’s been standing .. a lot .. out in the pasture.

And it’s killed the Cowboy to know he’s capable of so much more.

After years of inquiries into whether or not he’d ever sell Joe.. Joe this week, goes to a new home.  A great home.  One where he will be put to good use.

But we are all so very sad to see him go.

The Best Possible Thing ..

We went to the most wonderful dinner last night at our friends vineyard ..

It was a beautiful night filled with old friends and new ..

And at the end of the night, a couple we had talked with at length said to us as ..

“Enjoy your life, it is the best possible thing you can do.”