Discovering a gem like we did on Sunday makes you wonder how many other little known places remain hidden. You know how we love to visit old mansions and estates in the New York area. This one was never on our radar until we happened to casually do a last minute search on things to do within an hour’s drive of the city. Untermyer Gardens may currently be in a period of restoration, but there’s no denying that the state of ruins add to the magic and nostalgia of days gone by (the foggy weather helped too).
You know a place is really special when you turn a corner and find something unexpected that completely surprises you. I was taking my time looking at all the flowers in the walled garden when the girls excitedly called me over. I didn’t expect to see the the long vista of stairs leading down to a view of the Hudson River. We didn’t expect to come across a rocky tower capped with a lacy filigree temple either. A maze of narrow stairs, little alcoves and tunnels made of stones lead you up to a landing overlooking a curious arrangement of rocks. The graffiti reminds you that this place was neglected for some time, but it doesn’t take away from the charm at all. I think I’d even be a little sad to see all the graffiti washed away if this part of the gardens get restored.
This place is for fantasy, perfect for the girls to explore and pretend play and perfect for a short break from the city. It felt like we were the only ones there. We’re coming back when the leaves reach their peak; with only the edges of a few trees turning color, we saw just a hint of what could be.
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Glorious weather here in NY–the stuff that September dreams are made of. The last bits of summer linger with the plums and tomatoes still found at markets, but soon those will be gone too in favor of apples, gourds and pumpkins. The cycle of life, the cycle of seasons.
We’re wearing sweaters, light jackets and boots. I’ve given up on finding weather appropriate shoes for between seasons now that I no longer wear ballet flats. It’s either sandals or boots and nothing in between. The girls grew over the summer in ways you can’t notice if you are with them everyday. It was only when they slipped on pants and boots that were stored and put away for the summer that I was able to tell that everything was a few inches short and a size too small. M seems to have grown whole shoe sizes this summer and we were shocked to discover that her feet and my size 7’s are nearly identical in size. Even more shocking is that Miss C’s are only a tad smaller than ours. When did this happen? Seems like overnight.
When they come over to the couch for good night hugs, the weight of their bodies is a reminder that in time–maybe even in a few short years–I will be the smallest person in the house. Can you imagine? I’ve noticed now when I’m cleaning out my closets that I’ll save certain things for the girls rather than throw them into donation bags. And it’s already started. Gave the kid some earrings that I no longer wear, her first pair of dangling earrings made from small drops of jade green glass. Her excitement over them made me smile. The little things, right?
I’m trying to conjure up enthusiasm for my favorite season, but it’s a little harder this year, I’ll admit that. Maybe because it signifies that time is indeed passing and whatever state of suspension I’ve felt I was in for awhile is loosening its grip. Ready or not, the season is changing.
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Nothing like getting knocked back a few pegs in the last week to remind you that you’re on a long road toward any kind of normalcy. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m feeling totally lost. I’m trying not to hold in so much anger at the world either, but this year has totally knocked the wind out of me and it started months before it culminated in our loss. I don’t really know who I am right now; I don’t even know what identity the business is anymore. We’re barely keeping afloat.
Can I tell you a little story? A few weeks before our trip in early August, the girls and I were doing errands in the neighborhood. As we were walking on the sidewalk down our block, I saw a tiny fuzzy green line on the street close to the curb. I looked closely again and realized that the fuzzy green line was moving and that it was actually a caterpillar. Have you ever seen a caterpillar cross a busy intersection? Because I haven’t! I pointed the caterpillar out to the kids and we watched for a minute as it inched its way across. We kept our eye on him as we crossed the street from the other side of the intersection and was surprised that the caterpillar was still visible to us. Incredibly, we could still see the fuzzy green line move from several dozen feet away. As it inched its tiny body halfway across the street (the caterpillar could crawl faster that you’d think) we saw a car rambling towards us right on the street that the caterpillar was crossing and we squealed, hoping that it wouldn’t get crushed. We held our breath as the car passed the light. Was the caterpillar still alive? Oh wait, there was the tiny green line…and yes! It was still moving! But, oh no! Another car was coming down the street. We held our breath again and when it passed, we waited to see if the caterpillar was still there and we cheered when we saw it moving again.
We couldn’t take the stress anymore after the 4th car had passed, so we crossed the street where the caterpillar was headed and I looked for a twig. At that point the caterpillar had crossed two-thirds of the street by itself, but I just wanted to scoop him up and carry him the rest of the way. I walked off the curb and approached the caterpillar with the twig. After a bit of finessing and a fall from the twig where he curled himself up in a little ball, he climbed and stayed on. I carefully walked toward the sidewalk with the caterpillar on the twig and found a leafy place under a tree on someone’s front yard. We named him “Furbert” and nudged him off the stick and watched him crawl away under the leaves.
As we went about doing our errands that day, the girls would ask me why the caterpillar decided to cross the street. Did he know he was entering a dangerous and hostile environment? Was there something on the other side that he was looking for? Or maybe he was a brave caterpillar just looking for an adventure! I think you may know where this is headed, and as cheesy as it may be to completely spin this story into a “fable” of sorts, I’m totally going there because I’m sure we can all relate to that little caterpillar at certain points in our lives. Because that’s kind of how I’m feeling like my year has been, exposed in the wide open dodging bullets that seemingly come out of nowhere. In my case, I got steam rolled by one of those bullets and I’ve been down for the count, but I’m slowly inching my way to the other side. I wouldn’t mind a little help sometimes. My family could use a dose of luck or good fortune, but I know ultimately this work needs to come from myself. Who knows what the other side looks like? I suppose that’s the beauty and mystery of it all.
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The first day of homework and with it, homework drama. Oh right…totally forgot about this part of school; I didn’t miss it at all. But here we are and I suppose the kids need to adjust back to school routines too – it’s an adjustment for us all. This Fall we’ll be entrenched in middle school applications: school tours, interviews for the kid and a lot of hand wringing. This is what happens when families stop moving to the suburbs – not enough spaces in the city schools, and so it’s like a fierce competition. All these Brooklyn families in our public school district fighting for a seat in middle school. It’s not stressful at all (that was sarcasm if you couldn’t tell). Lord, help us.
In other mundane life news, I started exercising again. I basically stopped any kind of physical activity over the summer. I became a lump on the bed or the couch (more so than usual) and if I was at the office, I became a lump on a chair. I’m blaming all of this on the grieving process, but I’m slowly shaking it off. It almost feels like I pushed some sort of reset button on life after the summer and things are moving again. Do I need a fitbit?
Speaking of vanity, Fall is the season when I get the most obsessed with clothes and fashion. There isn’t much of a Fall clothing budget to speak of this year (hello, braces for the 10 year old), but I do love to window shop on the internet and look at all the pretty things. I’m also “guest” pinning my favorite looks from New York Fashion Week day by day over here. Please follow along as I’ll be pinning from other design, fashion and food events around the world as they happen. I know, I know. I’ve come over from the dark side of Pinterest ambivalence and have even been more active on my own Pinterest account. What is this world coming to?
P.S. Those pencils up there? Those are just some from my pencil collection that I’ve had since high school. Do you know how old that makes them??
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The golden hour is usually stunning anywhere you are, but we had some really good ones out West. We ended our trip with a spectacular sunset on the pier and watched the sun disappear behind the mountains (we always try to end our trips out west with a water view and a sunset). Our time out here for me was bittersweet. My brother talked of wanting to move to Seattle in the last few months of his life. We talked about how nice it would be if we all eventually ended up in the same area, all of us old and retired sitting on lawn chairs with our garden gnomes, eating blackberry cobbler. I really wish he had made the move and I thought about what could have been as we watched the sunset. A fitting end, really, to summer.
Now back at home with school finally in session and September upon us, summer isn’t letting go quite so easily. It’s been hot – hotter than it’s been all summer – and while I’m not necessarily in a rush to usher in Fall, the weather does seem to contradict everything that Fall represents. I didn’t think I wanted summer to end, but now that September is here, I’m feeling that restlessness and surge of motivation that seem to surface this month every year. Also, boots. I love sandals, but I can’t wait to wear boots. Oh, the frivolous things.
So, along with all this seasonal motivation comes along this feeling that maybe the fog of summer is starting to lift. It’s like this: I woke up one day and realized that I didn’t have that weird and sudden social anxiety around people and friends anymore. I started to think again about project ideas that I abandoned late May when everything came apart. I still think about my brother everyday, but it feels less like a dark cloud even though it’s still an empty hole. I suppose this is progress. The time warp of summer was such a strange experience and I floated like a ghost for 3 months without ever really touching the ground. Now that I’m much more present, the stuff that I put aside still remains. All the big questions about life and work are looming large again. I think I’m finally ready to face them though.
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