Fleeting

lemon poppy and calendula muffins with fried cheese slices for breakfast

mozzerella, red pepper, garlic dill and habanero homemade cheeses.

 

 

four little white pumpkins- how did the little plant know we needed four?

Andrew made me lavender swags for my windows.  He knows the way to his Mama's heart.

I have decided that September is my least favorite month of the year.

Just the very moment the garden goes from gently tossing you a few veggies for the dinner table to throwing buckets of harvestable food at you every day that must be dealt with before it is ruined, the busyness of home education must begin.  Then one must begin planning, buying books, beginning the school year, creating new routines and bringing back into structure the four young, boundless, carefree waifs running around barefoot all day and basking in the vast, unconstrained days of summer.

In addition, the fog-filled mornings and darkened evenings become so crisp that children start looking in vain for the sweaters and pants you packed up when you unearthed the shorts and tanktops way back in spring.  So just when the garden and schooling is starting to make you feel overwhelmed- you have to do the annual summer/winter clothing switcheroo too.

It's like WHAM.  A million things to do all at once.  And not JUST once- but a million things to do pile up all at once...EVERY SINGLE DAY.

On top of it all, Matt decided to leave me (for his job) and spent the whole of this week out of town.  So all chores- including milking a cow before dawn and again at dusk- were on my heavily burdened shoulders as well.

That was my week this week.

I'd rank myself right up there with Wonder Woman if I didn't know intimately how frazzled and exhausted I found myself every night.  I am pretty sure Wonder Woman never felt frazzled or exhausted.  But I was.  Boy, was I.

I just wanted to pop on here to say a hearty 'hullo' before the week passes me by entirely.  Next week I hope to chat more often.  And maybe take a pretty little picture or two.

 I am determined to enjoy the last little bit of September; the last of the vine ripened tomatoes plucked and plunked into open-bird mouths, the last of the vibrant flowers filling vases in every nook and cranny of the house, the last of the grocery-shopping-in-the-garden trips, the last of the wall of sunflowers brightening my view at the clothesline when I hang out laundry, the last of my walks from circle garden to cutting garden to sunflower patch with harvest basket dangling from my arm and scissors in hand to cut as many lovely blooms as the basket will fit and yes, the last of the fresh zucchini and cucumbers that I ate my fill of by August.

I am determined to enjoy these last days of September, no matter how many overwhelming things to add to my to-do list they bring with them because, soon enough, frost will be here and these ridiculously busy September days will be less busy...but also less colorful, less cheerful, less fruitful, less abundant, less lovely and less delicious.