Busy busy, happy happy. Our weather here is a boon in October; sunny, warm, a lengthening of summer's gentle blessings. Every morning that I wake up to the light I am full of gratitude.
And I've been in the wax again. Inspired by the students, by the weeds outside my door and by the necessity of writing new proposals. It's a glad time.
The wood is stacking up in preparation for winter. The chimney has been cleaned and the furnace filters replaced. We're bringing in the sheaves.
This is a detail from a class sample.
The corn has been harvested and the stalks laid down to slumber.
Any season is a good season for daydreams, don't you think? Especially while one is in the studio, pushing paint, heating wax, drawing diagrams.
The journal reflects myself back to myself. I am my own cheering squad; my own grandpa. Go girl go.
I heard something this week that I'd heard long ago. Something about how we create a thing and then we keep returning to it for the thanks it gives in return. Beauty generating beauty. Hope generating hope.
I walked under the apple trees again and smelled the crisp cidery smell. There must be that smell somewhere in a test tube but it could never be the same as standing under the apple tree and gazing at the remnants of the summer's garden. The seedheads that remain. The boxes and bowls and trays of produce.
John made more salsa this year and canned it than ever before. Oh, tacos, enchiladas, huevos, and more. Full heart. Full heart.
Tomatillo habanero sauce. Fruity, spicy and fabulous with corn tortillas, cheese, onions and sour cream.
Maximillian sunflowers. These are the fall blooming sunflowers that come to replace the earlier variety. The honey bees love them as you can see and they are great fall color in the garden.
What gives more love than a hydrangea I ask you? She starts early and gives and gives and gives. That's my girl.
More snippets from the wax works.
And the journal.
Lonely little onions.
The tie ups for the tomato plants looking like their job is done for another season.
And still there are more.
Write it all down. Capture it. Live it over again. Sweet life, so fleeting.
Thank you for coming. Big doings in the coming weeks. I'll bring you along. xo