Hey y'all...Thank you for "allowing me" to move into "your neighborhood". I think it was the first week I joined (initially on the CP forum, then also Depression forum) because I believe they are a vicious cycle. It's a chicken and an egg thing=) I was feeling so low...and GRASPING for something, someone. I read y'alls posts about
Fall coming, the temps getting cooler, the smells of candles you like. I am an extremely visual person, so I could see in my mind's eye the trees, the woods, the orchard...I could smell the smells of apples cooking, cider on the stove. BTW...NO, I don't use MM, but I would if it were legal in my state. Instead, I medicate with M&Ms (giggle) I just thought I'd say it out loud before somebody thinks "Dixie's dooby has kicked in". NO...I've never smoked any type of substance in my life. I don't drink more than the occasional Sangria.
I grew up in a horrible house...can't call it a home. I won't darken this thread with my "spooky story". This one's for good thoughts, hopefully. I just learned early on to use my imagination. It's a doozy, not a dooby. (giggle)
Muscadines are much like grapes, if not technically in that family. They grow on a huge arbor on our lower lot, but the wild variety grows in the woods. Our vine makes little marble sized green (turning deep purple/black upon ripening) that are quite sour off the vine. Let's just say the cobbler requires a LOT of brown sugar to balance the tartness. My husband wanted to try to make wine, but he tends to have BIG ideas with small follow-through. I love him to pieces, but we are as different as daylight and dark. They say opposites attract. I say youth and ignorance (giggle) but we've been married for 34 years. I'll just say it takes a lot of sugar to balance the sour=)
I wish I could taste your wine. I bet it's tasty. In fact, I wish somehow we were all sitting cross-legged on our deck sharing wine, or cobbler, or what the heck...enjoying a bonfire, roasting hotdogs and making s'mores. I need a friend. I want my 2 sisters to be my friends, but they are distant and EMOTIONALLY constipated. It will never be. Sad (no giggle).
Hugs~~Dixie