knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life


“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.” 
― Wallace StegnerAngle of Repose

I grew up in Eastern Washington in an old home full of lots of character. There were built in china cabinets, arched doors and a tree lined sidewalk which led to a full front porch (and yes there was a wicker rocking chair). There would several afternoons in the fall devoted to raking up all those leaves and creating piles, first to jump in, and then burn. The sun would be out, the air crisp and the leaves would flash a spectrum of gold, orange and brown shades.  And as the fire burned it would fill the yard with the crackling smell of fall. 

I miss the deciduous trees of Eastern Washington and so yesterday when I went searching for fall color I had to settle on the Lazy Susan's in our back yard. They are in full bloom right now and when the sun shines on them they fill the yard with big splashes of yellow. The leaves on our Maple trees are not even turning yet, so it will be awhile before there are any leaves to rake. And we use a blower now so it is not nearly as much fun! 

I am over at Focusing On Life today and would love it if you dropped by to take a peek and leave me some book suggestions.  

have a great start to your weekend,