Sunday, August 26, 2012

Amber waves of grain...

Harvest time on The Palouse is our little slice of America the Beautiful. 

-The Grocer's Wife

Friday, August 17, 2012


It's hot...and I mean HOT! 

I know our summer weather doesn't rival much of the rest of the country, but for our little corner of the world, it's definitely warmed up.

We've got predicted temps in the 90s through the first part of next week. And, for me (the admitted non-lover of all temperatures exceeding 70), the world starts looking like when you peer over a sidewalk during the dog days of summer and everything looks fuzzy and shimmery and basically like it's melting...ugh help.

Since my limit on outdoor exposure drops to about five minutes at a shot when temps reach the 90s, I have to resort to fiddling with my camera filters because I can't bear to be outside taking photos. Still, I thought this little triple-play was enjoyable:

Happy Weekend and stay cool! 
-The Grocer's Wife

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Mr. Deere...

Sometimes, you're just out walking along and the universe places the most wonderful photo subjects right smack dab in your path. 

Such was the case Thursday afternoon when I set out in search of a little inspiration, and lo-and-behold just a hop-skip-and-a-jump down Main Street, this is what I found. 

An iconic part of the landscape of our region this time of year, I was so inspired by its handsome lines, I thought it'd be fun to do a little before and after of the original photo and the duplicate water-color-filter-added one.

You were a pleasure to photograph, Mr. Deere :)

Tomorrow's Friday - Happy Weekend!
-The Grocer's Wife

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

As July slips into August, change is in the air.

From the fields of The Palouse to talk of back-to-school, summer is waning.

At the market, we begin to notice this year's graduates saying their good-byes as they head to college.

I feel for the parents as I watch their excitement and pride, but also the bittersweet realization that things will never quite be the same again. Life is changing and it takes us with it.

I remember being afraid of all kinds of things when our own kids left home...but mostly I was just afraid of losing the closeness that we shared as a family when they were growing up. We were tight the four of us, and I feared that would be lost forever.

When I think of that time of life and all of my mixed emotions it always makes me think of the movie Toy Story 3.

That's the one where Andy is all grown up and heading off to college and it's time to let go of his childhood toys. With flashbacks via home movie clips, we see Andy and his baby sister, Molly, and even Buster the dog growing up as the moments slip away one into the next, as quickly and imperceptibly as they do in our own lives.

With little time before the big move, the movie begins with Andy's mom begging him to go through his room and pack things up: things to go to college, things to go to storage, things to give away.

As the movie plays on, Andy drags his feet, a typical 17-almost-18-year-old. But as the Toys' main story plays out and we flash back to the house, we hear Andy's mom asking if he's told Molly good-bye as they step into his room for a final walk-through.

She stops in her tracks and lets out an audible gasp, looking around at the bare walls and floor and the empty bulletin board, tears welling up in her eyes.

Right there, sitting in an animated movie in a theater full of kids, I simply could not hold back my tears, either. I don't think I've ever cried like that at a movie before or since.

By the time Toy Story 3 came out, it had been six years since our oldest had graduated high school and was heading to college, but I had lived almost that exact animated scene.

I'll never forget walking into our son's room and seeing the bare walls and empty bulletin board and reacting exactly like Andy's mom - it flat-out took my breath away.

“Mom, it's ok,” Andy tells her.

“I know,” she replies. “It's just...I wish I could always be with you.”

And, that was IT exactly.

Andy's cartoon mom perfectly articulated what had gone through my own mind six years earlier.

I knew it was time for our son to go out and make his way in life. I knew that it was right and natural and good. But the mom in me, the part of me that had spent 18 years loving and protecting and raising this beautiful young man (with the Grocer's help, of course;), couldn't imagine life without him.

It was the same two years later when our daughter packed her bags to move far from home. This child—who came into the world seemingly able to take of herself—had been born ready for the moment to spread her wings. 

When she left, the house truly felt silent. I struggled to get my groove back and figure out what to do with all of the new-found time I had when suddenly no one needed to be dropped off, or picked up, or taken...well...anywhere.

But you know what?

Here it is years later. Both our kids are married. And life—though not the same as it was when we were our tight little foursome—is even better than I could have ever envisioned. Our family has grown to include an incredible son-in-law, a wonderful daughter-in-law, a brand new grandchild, and another on the way.

What felt like an ending that day so many years ago when I walked in our son's room was really just the beginning.

“I wish I could always be with you,” said Andy's mom, wistfully.

“You will be, Mom,” he promised.

And for those of you with kids heading off to college soon, rest assured, you will always be with them, too.

Life won't be the same...but in time, like me, you might just find that it's even better.  

-The Grocer's Wife