Around This Time, Some Time Last Year

last december

I don’t mean to keep posting old photos but I can’t help it. Something about this season; this time of year. Every time I start updating my blog with more recent photos I get sucked right back into snapshots from a previous time, place, and life. These photos pop up like an old friend I haven’t seen in a while, and I cannot help myself but to stop and sit a while to revisit old memories. No wonder I never get around to posting photos until years after the fact.

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For some reason when I found these photos today, the song “A Long December” popped up into my head which only contributed to my reverie. I have been missing our old home. I miss this ratty tree that shielded us so well from our neighbors across the way. I miss the muddy little creek, hidden by spindly trees and prickly brush, that curved around the back of our house.

When we moved to the East Coast I never thought I could hold such strong feelings for my new environment, and yet that is where I often find my mind drifting these days. When I think of ‘home’ it is this version of home, this house with its weathered deck perpetually littered with crunchy brown leaves, that my mind returns to repeatedly. I think of the chilly air, the gently rustling leaves, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke wafting over from our neighbor’s backyard patio. I think of our kitties — all three of them — happily lounging outside all day, from late morning until the sun set low in the sky.

And just like that, I have snapped all the way back through the dimension of time and space to the exact moment when I stood on the second floor,  feet firmly planted on our old cream-colored carpet, leaning precariously over the rusty railing of our bedroom window to capture those few ordinary, precious, fleeting, golden, moments.

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  • jj
    October 6, 2015 at 1:10 pm

    I thought I hated Virginia until S said just before I left for Florida, “I think you’ll end up missing it here more than you think.” He was right. It took me four years to realize that. The seasons, definitely. Right now is the best time. But it also was before Molasses died…

  • veronika
    October 8, 2015 at 6:25 am


  • jj
    October 8, 2015 at 1:35 pm

    Yes, “Molasses.” Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten! =/

  • veronika
    October 9, 2015 at 2:45 am

    I’m seriously drawing a blank. Dad? I’m too dumb these days.

  • jj
    October 9, 2015 at 6:47 am

    Obvi. He would go into grocery stores and we’d wait in the car forever for him. Slow as molasses. After I read the title of this post, I initially thought it’d be about him…

  • veronika
    October 9, 2015 at 6:50 am

    Dawdles was more commonly used over Molasses. Man he could dilly dally the time away.