Sunday, October 26, 2014

Saturday, October 25, 2014

What was left . . .

. . . after we pulled out a year's growth in two garden beds and planted 204 cloves of garlic this afternoon.

I gather these odds and ends, carry them inside, and treat them like treasures.  I cherish these final gifts from the season of light.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Just a Walk

Amabel and I went out for a walk this morning.

She and I had a tradition of walking daily with Harry when he was a puppy.  It was part of our training routine, and I think she grew to love those walks as much as I did.  But we fell out of habit over the past summer.  And I've been missing that time outside with my girl.

It's just a walk.  But a walk can frame a whole day.

Going away from home and returning—on foot—grounds me in the place I love.

This morning, we ended up in the garden. 

Picking flowers and blackberries, admiring the colors of this beautiful season.

So grateful for home.