I was up, but I was not awake. Autumn makes me want to be a poet, a singer... and I was trying to make an autumnally descriptive greeting to my drowsy boys this morning, but I should have waited until I was fully cognizant. I said it was "a beautiful, blue skied first day of Fall, with crisp pumpkins in the fog." Fortunately my boys have come to appreciate my unique brand of random, nonsensical poetry and lyrics. And you know what? I'm sticking with crisp pumpkins in the fog. I think it's a fitting and lovely picture of the season.
Happy pumpkins and harvests, sweaters and cider.
Follow leaves turning crimson and amber, drifting to the ground.
Feel the cooling and slowing and easing into night.
Welcome comfort and gathering and Autumnal delight.
Maria filled her basket with fabric scraps during our recent visit to Starry Night Hollow. There are a lot of simple and fun things that Maria enjoys doing, and visiting the scrap tub at the quilt shop is one of the most fun. We dive in together, pulling up colors, shapes, prints, textures. She talks about the patterns and makes little stories about the different pieces of fabrics. At home she'll sit beside me in our corner of the garage. With her scissors and tape, and sometimes asking me to run a seam on the machine, she creates all kinds of art... she plays and works.
Maybe it's creative kinship that makes it such a pleasure to meet people at Starry Night Hollow. All around, inside and out, are the samples and examples of other people's play and work, so that the whole place is a welcome and inspiring retreat. Maria feels right at home there.
Real crows have been filling the skies and perching on rooftops, in the trees. They chase even bigger birds and caw-caw-caw. Such a classic image of Autumn and rural, harvest images. Isn't this scrap cloth crow clever? She's a gift from our shop friends. Maria and I put her together, and now she's inspiring more decorating inclinations. It could be fun to put a wreath on the gate, and dust off our old scarecrow.
I always question whether it's too soon to start decorating or planning. But lets' face it, time slips by so fast, how could it possibly be too soon to think of pumpkins and baking, of stitching little gifts, getting cozy with yarn and quilt tops? I am bit. Welcome Fall. Welcome, and stay and let me celebrate with abandon and gratitude.