Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
Fall is really upon us. You can see the difference in the photos above-- look at the big tree in the middle of the frame. Picture one was two weeks ago. Wow.
I'm pretty much savoring the changes. I'm doing a little bit of raking each day, a little bit of house painting, a little bit of dumping fallen apples into the chicken yard (delight!). A little bit of time here and there basking or frolicking or both with Pete and Del.
My very extraordinarily lovely and late-blooming windflower, new this year, courtesy of my mother-in-law, makes a showing. I planted two pieces of this, one on either side of the shed door. The shed is slated to be painted the same color as the house, and I get almost giddy imagining how delightful these windflowers will look against that rich teal. It's the little things.
I'm in the midst of a pretty big work transition right now, winding down some old gigs and sizing up some new ones, which is simultaneously exciting (self-direction! choices! the world is my oyster!) and terrifying (oh HI, lack of regular paycheck). It will all work out over time, hopefully before the dead of winter is upon us. In the meantime, I'm keeping my nose to the grindstone when I'm not outside making tracks.