Like many of you, my time right now is not being spent close to a computer. I can’t recall an August quite as glorious as this one, and I think August makes a pretty good appearance most years - the slow, sweet release of summer. Crisp days framed by sapphire blue skies, early mornings calling for flannel shirts. I wonder where I put my wool slippers at the end of last winter? Upstairs or downstairs closet? Hmm... it’s time to locate those, I think. There is nothing finer than sitting on the front porch with your morning coffee, slightly bundled while enjoying the chill in the air. Reminds you that you’re alive and to make something of the day. I’ve been keeping busy preparing for our “back to home” week (which I prefer to the idea of “not back to school”). Even though things are going to feel quite different for us this year, I still like to mark the transition of seasons and such. Give me a reason to fluff the nest and I am there.
I’m working on the follow up to my last homeschool post. I thought it would publish this week but it looks like next week will be the date. Thanks for your patience, and thank you also for your kind words of support as I share this part of our lives. It’s delicate, you know?
Currently I’m reading Cold Antler Farm, and re-reading Farmer Boy. I’m in the mood to reread the entire Little House series and couldn’t help myself by starting with Farmer Boy. I bet you understand. I wonder, what are you reading these days? It’s been so long since I’ve asked.
In recent weeks a few hats have come off the needles and this week I'll cast on for some mason jar cozies. My mother has crocheted for decades and she never really slowed down much in the summer months as is common with fiber folks, she just worked on small projects that weren't too hot to handle in the heat. I've taken my cue from her and never really stop knitting. Maybe less (I sew more in the summer and need time for that), but I don't stop all together.
Well, my neighbor’s cows are greeting the day with their cute moos, which tells me our chickens need to be let out in a few moments. Lately they’ve been sleeping in, not asking to come out until nearly 7:30!
I just wanted to stop in for a moment to say hello and share this tiny peek of last night’s garden harvest. Soon I will do a proper garden update, it’s been a year of highs and lows for sure - which both teach us so much. By my calculations, I should be a seriously excellent gardener by the time I am 94, and not a day sooner. In the meantime, we’ll keep building our soil, picking off bugs, and somehow manage to pull baskets of homegrown produce week after week from the field. All from a couple handfuls of seed. Now that’s what I call a miracle.