The digital camera has just about pooped out and when it’s not turning everything black and violet or striped, it’s just making everything look like it went through a bad round of photoshop. I’ve abandoned it on J’s desk because it was pushing it’s luck with every other photo. It’s a love-hate relationship.
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself – life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Happy November! I always forget the the first of November is beautiful but it won’t be long till everything is grey and cool and cozy.
Autumn has been beautiful and everyone’s trees were full of apples and pears this season. I’ve made pies, and dried fruit and applesauce to last the year. I gathered a few more pears at Mom’s yesterday. They are just like candy after they’re dried.
Halloween day Liz, Little Owl, and I went to Cooking on the Square and bought our bowl of gumbo in support of Habitat for Humanity. Sometimes I love living in a small town because of all the friendly faces and we had such a nice walk there and back.
Halloween night Jason and I carved our pumpkin, had a couple of trick-or treaters and headed to Knoxville to see Casey’s show. Lots of fun. Take note of my crazy mad mime dancing skills. Oh Yeah. (Thanks Kevin)
And lastly, a week or so or many days ago one of my brilliant friends came up with the idea of having a woodsy movie night. Leon hosted and built the largest bonfire ever and I swear there were more stars in the sky than has ever been seen before. We roasted hotdogs and marshmallows and I took some peppermint tea to ward off the cold. It was very Octobery. Hats and gloves and all.
So while I think of it,
let me write a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. A sunset, a mountain bathed in moonlight, the ocean in calm and in storm – we see these, love their beauty, hold the vision in our hearts. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Part of the Upper Cumberland Quilt Festival
Uppercase Scarf from Little Factory