Standing

In the midst of trying to decide what this blog should be primarily, I've put it aside completely this month. And so a decision: it will be what it will be, each time different. Maybe a glimpse into something creative, especially the sort that involve fiber, maybe a peak into family life and now and again some thought.

No need to not do something because you want to do it all. I need to remind myself of this all of the time. You know, when you've got piles of apples and you want to make pies and cobblers and sauce but the fruit ends up rotting because you don't know where to begin? Well folks, the apples from the apple festival did not spoil this year. I feel very proud of that.

The sun has been shining and the leaves are in flux and the temperatures are lowering. It has been really wonderful this fall. It's like I'm seeing autumn for the first time, in a way. The girl just loves being out there, in the changing color and with the birds. She looks up at every crow she catches from the corner of her eye. She crumbles every leaf she can find. She tastes every left over from summer cherry tomato we let her. She crawls through the all of a sudden tall grass mission less but for a reason. It's fast. She is kissing and hugging mommy and daddy. We loved her then but boy do we love her now. The journey of newborn hood to now is long, really long and somehow short because I know nine months isn't a long time. That's the only reason it seems short, actually. But, I've got to say, I appreciate even the hard days Bea and Kenny. You're my family.

Do you see all of the standing?