Saturday, September 06, 2014


A day does not get any more beautiful than this! (You may accuse me of being especially enraptured because I had a decent amount of sleep, but I think that is only in part what makes me giddy today. It truly is a gorgeous day!)

And cool enough in the morning that I overreact and reach for the first time for fall clothes. Leggings. Tunic. I'm feeling dizzy with excitement! Goodbye shorts and sundresses, time to turn the page!

Not so fast. After breakfast...

 farmette-2.jpg my daughter and I walk to the downtown farmers' market...


...I quickly discard the sweater. And when we walk back and I lug many pounds of cucumbers for Ed's pickling project, I'm thinking that I miss my sundress very much.

You can't rush things. And why would you want to? Summer is the season to love and to hold sacred.



Why this delight in cooler weather?

My daughter, of course, marks time by weeks of pregnancy. And by a vegetable measuring stick: right now, the baby is as big as a squash! -- she tells me excitedly. So I suppose we both have reason to look forward to fall.

At the farmette, it is warm enough for the cheepers to hide in the barn. In the terrible horrible dirt there.


I tell Ed that we don't have the cleanest pets in the world. He just smiles.



  1. Such a beautiful post with beautiful thoughts and photos.

    I find myself holding tight to summer... holding very tight. Might it be my last? I hope not.

    1. Thank you, Irene Bean.
      I'm thinking -- you wouldn't have been selected for a transplant if the belief wasn't that you'll have many many summers ahead of you!

  2. Oh! love the little baby bump! Your daughter is looking great! Strong and healthy! So happy for her and for Nana Nina.

    1. You're the third person that used that name for me (I was the first!). I need to coax my daughter in that direction. It's such an obvious fit!

  3. It might not have been among your best photos but I found those dirty chickens nestled in the dirt pretty entertaining.

    1. That's always the dilemma: what's more important, a photo of a good moment, or a good photo of a moment... Usually I pick the latter. Sometimes, like here, I can't resist posting the good moment.


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