Possum

Here is Possum, Sarah's riding partner. He is calm, gentle and bomb-proof. Sarah rides him on a cute little purple saddle. Every time she rides she sits straighter than the time before. Today she was the most comfortable so far. She was looking around at everything, not just coping with balancing on Possum. Today was the FIRST DAY she did not cry when I put the riding helmet on! She is making progress. Good for her. Thankyou, Possum, for being so patient with my girl.

Heaven...our style, anyway

Well, I took a walk after supper with Sarah. She rode her bike and I helped her along. She chirped with delight as we made our way down winding lanes lined with little cape homes, white picket fences, roses, daisies, hydrangeas, day lillies, green lawns and driveways made out of shells. Across the yards whispered the sea breeze. From a distance we could children's voices as they played at the beach.
This is the kind of life I have always wanted for my daughter and myself after the boys were grown. A cottage by the ocean, the smell of the salt air, the sound of the foghorn, little streets for her to ride along, horseback riding lessons, schoolwork at home, a swing for her in the backyard and a soft, cozy bed to tuck her into at the end of the day. This is just right for us. Simple. Uncomplicated. Right.

At the end of The Yellow Brook Road

We are in our new home. It is cozy with lots of shady trees. A nice spacious yard and best of all---- no stairs!! We are all settling in, including the cat. For a while there, Sarah was wondering WHEN we were returning "home". But I think she has given up on that idea and accepts that this is the new "home". So all is well. It's been a long month and now i am gearing up for John's departure to college in a few weeks. So many changes, but all good ones, I remind myself.