and it's calling my name.
This summer was so welcome, I relished the hundred degree weather and adjusted my schedule accordingly so I could be working in the garage early morning and late evening.
But I will admit it was starting to get to me. Concentrating so hard on tiny little objects, while heat waves rose from the concrete, sweat running down my backside and a dizzy feeling whenever I looked up.
Now I am ready for fall.
Kayaking in Meremac.
We are diggin a fire pit so we can burn things (past transgressions) on crisp evenings.
Planning a neighborhood BBQ so Pinky can meet our neighbors.
The wineries.
Rides through the back country roads under multi-colored trees.
The apple orchard.
Hiking Elephant Rocks State Park.
We're gonna paint recycled glass jars and hang em from the porch, fill them with solar lights we got from home depot.
Last night I opened the garage door and smelled burning leaves, it was so sweet....
Maire's whisper petal arrived and I was enthralled by the silken sheen of the torched and waxed metal.
I kept it close by for days as I pondered her enclosed poem by Aldous Huxley;
Lightly, child, lightly.
You've got to learn to do
everything lightly.
Think lightly, act lightly, feel lightly.
Yes, feel lightly, even though you're feeling deeply.
I punched a hole at the bottom, snipped vintage crocheted lace apart, created a loop through one of them and the petal, then wire-wrapped an 8mm verdigris bead onto antiqued copper chain.
It sits here;
Tell me your plans.
Do you have fall family traditions you hold dear?
How are you expressing yourself this fall season?
