Autumn


It's time to change pens (and other ways to honor a seasonal shift)

It's time to change pens (and other ways to honor a seasonal shift)

The turning of the season is an important marker for me. During the threshold from one time of year to another I like to think about the coming months and plan accordingly.

My Autumn Worship

My Autumn Worship

I'm not much of a church-going worshipper these days. But that doesn't mean I'm not experiencing God.

What Remains

What Remains

October has been stormy and wet. The days have been mostly grey. The gusts have blown the leaves from the trees and the rain has swollen the rivers and streams. What remains now for color, stark against mostly naked branches, is yellow. Some leaves and the feathery needles of the ...

Fall Farms

Fall Farms

Now that the growing season is over we have said goodbye to our weekly farm visit. It's always bitter sweet to be done the summer share pick ups. We've been there every week (except for vacations) this summer since late May. But in the end I am thankful for the ...

Autumn Spice Cake ~ A seasonal soap recipe

Autumn Spice Cake ~ A seasonal soap recipe

This moment feels like fall as I sit here crunching a Nova Scotia Macintosh apple and take in the changing foliage across the river from my parent's property. But the day also feels like summer vacation since I'm sitting in a camping trailer, door wide open, enjoying the sun following ...

an old fashioned bean threshing

an old fashioned bean threshing

Firstly, I am feeling better, not 100% percent which I find frustrating, but better. I hate blowing my nose and I'm thinking for next time around (which hopefully will be many moons away) I might consider one of those nasty neti pots. And yes, I did get to enjoy the ...

The glory of everything

The glory of everything

The other night we finished reading "Charlotte's Web". Sigh... Of course the whole book is a masterpiece but I felt I could linger forever on this second last paragraph: Mr. Zuckerman took fine care of Wilbur all the rest of his days, and the pig was often visited by friends ...