I'm taking a year long online scrapbooking course, Inspired Scrapbooking with Stacy Julian. Every month she's giving us a prompt to get us thinking about stories in our lives to scrapbook. The goal is a laid back, but thoughtful approach to storytelling through scrapbooking.
January's prompt was Seasons. She gave us several ways to think about it, I took it and wrote about seasonal produce in the grocery store and how that concept has changed so much in my lifetime:
From there I went on to think about how this is a concept that will likely be foreign to my son. And with that thought I realized that I am already telling stories of a "back in my day" nature because I'm 37 with an infant and that my grandma was only about 9 years older than I am now when I was born.
How crazy is that?
Stacy had prompted us to think about seasons, as in seasons of our lives, or literally seasons but continuity through seasons, (etc), and it struck me how different "seasons" are for my generation. We tend to have children so much later in life (not as late as I did per se, but still), and our world has changed so much in the last 40 years.
The irony of it is that while I remember eating fruit seasonally, which isn't really the norm these days, we might turn around and go back to seasonal produce because it's more sustainable and there's a whole "real food" movement that is swinging the pendulum away from the processed foods that have become the norm. Though, maybe not...