Monday, September 27
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Friday, September 17
Thursday, September 16
Sunday, September 12
Awakened to hear rainfall gentle at the windows. It's been so parched lately, and this rain is very welcome.
A solitary breakfast this morning ~ nutmeg-cinnamon pancakes with loads of hot sliced bananas, strawberries and mango pieces, drizzled with warm pure maple syrup from our trip to Vermont.
This afternoon ~ a three-hour round trip drive (with book on cd, of course) to an art opening I have a sculpture in, then back to enjoy the rainy garden and this gorgeous Sunday weather. I hope it continues to rain.
Right now I'm sipping blue tea from my San Francisco trip this past spring ~ I love purchasing special things while traveling, and using them later, imbued with thoughts and memories of the places they came from.
It is a chilly day, and I welcome wearing a sweater, feeling all bundled up and ready for fall to really arrive. Last night I curled up on the couch in an afghan and watched some more of my current addiction, the BBC series Wives & Daughters. (Before that, I watched all of Cranford.) Reading-wise, I've just begun A Book of Silence, by Sara Maitland ~ very good. I feel myself slowing down and turning inward in these cooler days, and longing more for slower, deeper books with a bit of food for thought to them.
What do you find yourself reading and doing as fall begins?
Saturday, September 11
There are so many bees and butterflies and little flying critters of all sorts in our garden lately, expecially at the seedum and the meadow sage.
It is pretty amazing to just stand and watch them.
Friday, September 10
Thursday, September 9
Tuesday, September 7
Monday, September 6
Saturday, September 4
wishes float by, out of reach,
floury against the blue
and finally one careens in at top speed
takes a swift low swoop, and
I catch it.
the hummingbird visits,
confused that I have moved the feeder
I let unknown seedlings grow too big,
and today have pulled them up so
all my favorite deliberates show -
the daisy, the meadow sage, the echinacea,
the lavender, the aster, the herbs low in front
with the dark peppers growing up amongst them like trees.
the seedum like a strange australian forest,
the purple salvia regal, the sunflowers peeking,
the rosemary sweeping, the lariope joyous.
it feels like my garden again, just as I like it
molded by my hands,
risen like bread into this seeded shape
I spring among the stones
between the bees, trying not to hit their blooms
with my hips.