Sleepy Sundays: Charming

 

Charming Charming

Years ago there used to sit a little, fat, pink elephant on my bed. It was one of my favorite stuffed animals. During many moves, life itself, and ultimately giving him up upon reaching adulthood he remained a beloved companion. It’s about time he was immortalized through art. He never carried a daisy but, I would often place flowers and little trinkets in his hands.

Was there ever an object you absolutely loved but no longer own?

Have a charming Sunday!

Author’s Notes: Normally, this is a piece I would later sell as décor for children’s rooms and/or nurseries. However, my gallery is now closed and none of my work is available for purchase at the current time. You can read more about this here.

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Season of Change

Mellow YellowFall is a wondrous season. Whether you believe so or not is nearly a matter of opinion. Throughout life it has been my personal favorite. A warm, giddy feeling tends to consume me once September rolls around. You start to see the stores putting out their Halloween decorations. You’ll see local shops and markets start spurting apple and pumpkin pies. Cool, windy air fills the atmosphere; coupled with the smell of some neighbor burning wood from their fireplace.

Words can’t express how much I absolutely love all of these things. As a child, every year we’d gear up for pumpkin picking at one of the farms at the edge of town. They’d offer free hay rides for all families with children. Sadly, these traditions known by many around me have lessened over the years due to a suffering economy. However, I’ve managed to keep some of it alive. Now with my own child, I try to give him as much exposure to such fall activities as possible. I feel “memory building” is an essential process to a young child’s health and overall emotional well-being.

We happily got to take part in some fall-driven fun yesterday. Since my son has nailed identifying colors, we were naming many of the colors of the leaves as we drove. I lined up some fallen leaves when we arrived and he would point and say “yellow”, “orange”, “red”, “brown”. It was something small but I can tell you, he enjoyed this tremendously. He’s been talking about it ever since. We’ll be searching for the perfect pumpkin next weekend.

I have many fond memories of the autumn season from my childhood. Now, it’s time to build some for my own child. Fall is the season of changes. Although many of us may be hesitant toward change, I encourage you to embrace it. You’ll thank yourself for it in the long run.