Autumn has arrived. There are moments, quiet slow moments to watch a leaf flutter to the ground. Time to skip rocks in the creek, or just sit and listen to the birds. The new house has a balcony and railing now, a perch that eases my breathing and invites contemplation.
This week I built the first fire of fall. Thick chunks of seasoned wood carefully placed on top of the glowing kindling – sticks and bits of strips from the new house site. During the night, if – when I wake, I feed the big black Wood King from firewood I bring in before going to bed.
I love the fall and winter at the farm. They are slower paced and leave lingering moments that can become lingering hours for introspection or even pure idleness. During the dark months I’m cheered by slight bits of morning light that falls on the music stand by the window, and aroused by a second cup of coffee as I watch the steam erotically rise from the dark richness. These are not summer dalliances for the modern farmer. These are off-season pleasures.
Autumn has arrived, finally.
As for knitting….
The AspenGlo scarf is more than halfway finished. Currently I’m working, diligently I might add, on a knit-for-hire project so the second half of AspenGlo will not be finished as quickly as the first half.
But I have noticed how well the yarn goes with my barn jacket. Yep, a perfect match. The weather being chilly and windy I decided to take AspenGlo for a stroll.
Ugh…enough anthropormorphizing. I’m making myself ill.
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