knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life


I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies, mushrooms, leaves idling down the air, two or three at a time, warblers twittering and glittering in every bush ('Confusing fall warblers,' Peterson calls them, and how right he is): the lingering yellow jackets feeding on broken apples; crickets; amber-dappled light; great geese barking down from the north; the seesaw noise that blue jays seem to make more often in the fall. Hoarfrost in the morning, cold stars at night. But slow; the whole thing coming slowly. The way it should be.”  

~ Elizabeth Enright, Doublefiends: Memories and Stories 

pumpkin stem
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I can't seem to get enough of autumn this year: the colors, the decorations, the apples, the beautiful fall  flowers, soup, anything with pumpkin in it (except my latte) mist in the morning and afternoon sun, long walks, fallen leaves, mushrooms, digging out the down comforter, books and chi tea in the afternoon. I hope it sticks around for a while. 

Jordan is home for a few days and I can't get enough of him either. 

hope you week is grand,