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When you think of traditions what comes to mind? Is it the date your family chooses to set up the Christmas Tree? The same vacation you take every year? Sunday Dinner as a family? A friend's yearly tea party?

When I say "Fall" what comes to mind? Leaves changing colors, raking up huge piles of them, geese honking over head? Summer? Beaches, flip flops, sprinklers?

Every day of the year is based on memories, traditions, and the seasons. This blog is my attempt to embrace that. I want to create memories for my family. Traditions to carry on hopefully long after I'm gone. I want to create moments that forever evoke a memory for my son, even when he is grown and has kids or even grand kids of his own.

I'll be creating memories, trying out new ideas, creating traditions, and living seasonally, and sharing it all with you. I'll venture into why we celebrate some holidays, the history behind them, and how some other people celebrate. I'll create valentines from construction paper with my son, and make knit Christmas hats for relatives.

I'll also be sharing a variety of seasonal items, everything from poetry, photography, quotes, items to purchase, magazine articles, etc. The idea of this blog is not to be a perfect home decorator, or a perfect mom, or a perfect designer or crafter, the purpose is to simply be inspired, and make the most of every day, in whatever scale is feasible for you. If you can copy an amazing idea in your own decor, great! If not, let it inspire you to accomplish what IS possible. Even if that is just a clean seasonal dish towel, or a single flower in a vase. It's easy to see amazing design and feel like you have to live up, and feeling like you'll never achieve the same thing. Let's just achieve what we can, let's be inspired by it, and not feel like we have to copy it.

Why? I've always been very into seasons, so inspired by the coming and changing of them. Recently my Grandmother developed Alzheimers and I've had to confront what certain things mean to me. Even though I only visited her and never lived close, I realized so many things in my memory link to her and her house. She lived on a farm, about 20 acres, complete with pond, and usually some animal or another. Her huge house was stone, over 150 years old. My house? It's a townhouse in the suburbs in Maryland. I am torn between the feeling that you need a certain house and yard to be happy, and the fact that it is love that makes a home, not the acreage. I want to create amazing memories, amazing traditions, whether or not my house and life is traditional. A townhouse in the suburbs can evoke memories too, and I just want them to be happy ones.

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