I spent the day away yesterday, meeting friends that I don't see often. First stop was an antique shop that I have never been to ... bought this painting to add to my collection of amateur rose paintings ... it's painted well, but it's pretty awful at the same time ... just the way I like them!
"It's not always easy for a father to understand the interests and ways of his son. It seems the songs of our children may be in keys we've never tried. The melody of each generation emerges from all that's gone before. Each of us contributes in some unique way to the composition of life."
Our other stop was at Albemarle Cider Works, where they grow heritage apples and make fantastic cider. This is what I brought home ... a mixed half-bushel of apples for eating and for pies (York, Stayman, Gold Rush, and Albemarle Pippin), two bottles of hard cider, and a half-gallon of fresh cider.
Me: We have three daughters, all grown now. Each of them has a very different personality than either of their sisters ... the challenge in parenting them has always been to respect those differences but not go crazy catering to each one's preferences and tendencies. They are very close in age, and it would have seemed natural to treat them as a homogeneous unit all the time. Not doing this allowed each of them to develop into their OWN person, while still maintaining the connection as a member of our family.
During the month of November, I plan to share wisdom from Mr. Rogers with you each day (from the book "The World According to Mr. Rogers") ... Mr. Rogers's words accompanied by everyday images from life here at Hartwood Manor ... this place that I am blessed to call HOME.