Moving into a new place often means inheriting the previous owners' oddities. For us, it was lavender walls, a completely black garage studio, mystery holes in the ceiling, and a plank of wood attached to the very top of a tree with a bungee cord. (The list is actually much longer, but I'll spare you.)

Slowly, we are tackling each project and putting our own stamp on things.

This weekend, it was leaves and climbing trees.

"It was Aunt Lovey's belief that all ordinary people led extraordinary lives, but just didn't notice."

I haven't posted a blog entry not because I don't try to think of something to say each and every day, but because I just can't find the extraordinary in my life. I'm sure if you got me on the phone, I could chatter away, but when I sit down to write, life seems so ordinary.

Quote from Lori Lansens' novel The Girls.