When you haven't blogged in two months you find it hard to get started again, thinking that you need to wait for something exciting to happen to make it worth your while. But these days are ordinary days filled with the usual sameness that also brings much comfort with them. And I am afraid that if I don't capture those ordinary days in some small way they will rush past in a hazy blur. So blurry pictures and all, here we go.
I'm thankful for:
A pear harvest from our own pear tree;
fall garden clean up and transplanting;
a garden that was light on the tomatoes but heavy on the flowers, providing us with myriad vases of zinnias and marigolds;
funny feather footed roosters as soft as a cloud to pick up and hold;
curious and friendly goats, always happy to see you;
outside play that could last all day if possible;
graduating from the baby swing to the "big girl" swing;
and school books read in comfort in the morning sunshine.
Also for Jane Eyre in the mornings, Haydn in the afternoon, singing the "muffin man" for the 267th time with Claire, listening to Grace practice the violin and Aiden the horn, Naomi reading Tumble Bumble to Claire, all the kids helping stack wood for the winter and Christian helping me make applesauce late at night.