I see my life is a landscape sometimes, and my job as a writer and an artist is to capture the changing landscape. This morning, I got up early (I try and let Maria sleep late on Sundays) to feed the animals and do the morning farm chores. I dragged out new high chair out, we assembled it last night for Robin who is coming in a month for a long weekend.

Friday, our house filled with boxes and crates – a crib, mattress, high chair and car seat, among other things. I want to have most things up here so that Emma doesn’t have to bring them up from New York. She is fussy about the diapers, she is buying them online and shipping them here.

This is all a sign of the ever changing landscape, otherwise known as live. It has been many years since I assembled a crib and high chair or had one around. This is a part of my life now, and I welcome it and embrace it, as I try and do with change.

Because change is the landscape of our lives, and we either accept it or fight it or lament it, and that makes life a hard and joyless slog. I often tell myself in the morning that I am on the earth for a very short time, and I will be dead for a very long time,a and I do not intend to spend a minute of it speaking poorly or my life on Facebook, Twitter or anywhere else.

I moved the high chair all around before I found the right spot to photograph it, I’ll do the same thing for the car seat once we get it out of the box later today.