this first brush of september has been unusually brisk, and i am so in love. it's like an early heap of autumn, honey locusts fanning gold, that hard shot of sun sieved and softened through layers of cold. i am rocking the knee socks and wooly jackets and it's good times everywhere.
more happy crumbs:
morning work, and a little boy who is blazing his way through the roman alphabet.
pieced quilt tops, finally done. i have an inexplicable fondness for zigzagging, but lining those guys up can be pesky business. i'm also back to shooting portrait sessions and hammering silver and letmetellyou: it feels amazing to set my hand to tasks yielding visible results.
zany kiddos and a kitchenful of warm streusely-blueberry air.
harvest-autumn books from the library. tractor (craig brown) follows the work of a trusty red machine from planting to harvest on an organic farm growing sweet corn.
hurry, hurry, mary dear is a fallish book constructed from the silly rhyme of late poet nm bodecker, paired with erik blegvad's watercolors. the ending has a dash of humor that i'll leave a surprise. love it.
no photograph here, but i'm loving my six and seven year olds out on the soccer field. they're so much giggly exuberance, and i've one little guy who ran off from saturday's game calling, see you at practice, coach. I LOVE SOCCERRRRR! they are good for my old crotchety soul. :)
and even the hard spots are a whole bunch of good in their own way, pushing down roots of patience and mettle in the darkness, whittling off the parts of me gone stale.
what are your crumbs this week?
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