"Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies..."
Now that song has been stuck in my head. I love October mornings. The air smells wonderful. I always forget the smell. Our trees are already turning. It smells like damp earth and cold grass and tired leaves. That doesn't sound so nice, but it really is just lovely.
Peter started his new job yesterday.
This is one of our local news stations. They let him explore everything. He even got to stand on the part where they do weather. There is only a green screen. He is the IT guy.
I just love when hens do funny things like this.
When we watched the boys a couple of weeks ago, Jack asked for a rug, and this was his design. I am almost finished with it. I love doing little things like this. I think it is going to be a pillow for his bed.
I know so many of you are going to be having a deluge of rain. We might get rain too.
|"The leaves fall patiently|
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves."
- Sara Teasdale