Wake up, wake up little bird.
Summer is not offically over acording to the calender, but in my mind and heart we are over. A successful one, but time to turn the page. My favorite time of year is so close I can smell and taste it in the air. I lay in bed at night with the windows open just enough to get the fresh autumn breeeze over my face. There is a whiff of smoke, something damp, some noise of a bird, crickets in their final chorus, innately knowing "speak now, or be lost forever." There have been a few rainy days in the last two weeks and they are calming, notures way of saying.. "Its ok to stay home and snuggle your boy, watch him play games all day, Lego for hours." "Its ok to lay in bed with your man while he works and reads, and listens to music." Its alright to WANT to stay home, and hide out, and cook. We were out the mountain for Labor day weekend as always. There was rain, sun, puffy white clouds. the whole thing. Yesterday I put out my mums, three huge pott...