dry grass, dry wood, ripe apples, the faint smell of smoke from an outdoor fire, children running amuck and dirty at twilight... instead of inside finishing their dinner... clean and ready for bed.
waiting on the rain. with equal amounts of anticipation in both welcome and unwelcome ways. there is an eagerness for it because of what it brings... and there is a hope for just a little more time... as there is still so much to be done before said rain comes.
there is a lot of anxious excitement over the quick approach of another school year... with all four attending at certain points of the day... this mama will find herself with a (two and a half hour) morning reprieve four days of the week.
and then there is the harvest...
such an important part of this season. an extremely rewarding (and sometimes very overwhelming) task. it is such a beautiful thing to witness so many people becoming so involved in the growth and preservation of their own food. i am constantly in awe as i witness all of the possibilities.
what a wonderful feeling it is to be inspired.