Happy Autumn. I am so ready to make, and receive, a happy Autumn. Even though it has been a long
My Autumn Leaves quilt, ready to wrap anyone in a snug embrace, reminds me that our house is getting homier, and homier every day. Amazing to think it has been one full year since we first held the key to our Bird House.
I think I am seeing everything in a grateful light when I think of what we were trying to accomplish last year. Just thinking of packing and moving makes me uneasy, but it is behind us. It really is a long way behind us. And this Autumn we are even more at liberty to play, and amuse ourselves... what a blessing.
William and Alex joined me in some play, and we unpacked fall decor, silly touches... it was so much fun to follow Max and Maria around the house as they discovered what's new in the house for the new season.
Autumn in the garden. I love this season. Zinnias have bloomed. We are eating tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes. Corn is coming up. We have some eggplant. We won't be getting frost, certainly not snow, so gardening goes on. Time to think about cold weather crops, composting, and replenishing beds.
Time to beef-up the shark cage for the chicas. It is a sturdy and safe chicken shelter, but I know it won't be adequate for cold nights, rain or wind. Of course it could not be worse than what Betty endured last winter! We continue to make improvements, and I think with a few more tweaks we will have something good.
Temple, get out of the corn. Please. You know you are on rooster probation. You really should be showing exemplary behavior.
Professor Moriarty is not on any kind of probation, and never will be. Goodness but he makes me happy. I think he will be just fine when cold weather blows in.
And sweet Sanka. Both of these bunnies are such a joy. We play with them on the lawn, or simply hold them in our arms. They are affectionate and calming.
Colds have mostly cleared out. Routines and schedules are getting familiar, manageable. The garage is almost unpacked. The garage is almost unpacked. The garage is almost unpacked. I'm sorry, did I repeat myself? We have only ever been totally unpacked once in our 21 year marriage, and that only lasted two months. I am relieved and nervous, both.
Of course getting the garage unpacked has left my "office" looking like the craft trolls threw a raucous bash... ahh, bless my mess... in this soft light, it reminds me of how much I have.