...between birthday parties, bonfires, putting gardens to bed, leaf wax dipping, piles of laundry, the pre-production push get Soul Gardening off to press, husbands with theses and grant applications, homeschooling, illustrating, and keeping herds (well, three) of feral boys from killing each other with their sharpened sticks and bows and arrows.
Fall is my most industrious season. Life is rich and good, but sometimes I struggle to find that moment of quiet, of looking inside.
Out on the bikes today, I think. We need to go find some beautiful trees, breathe deeply, and hold onto this short season.