The fury of summer is winding down, sipping less coffee and more wine. Here and there, leaves are relaxing into the spectrum of autumn. This week, preschool begins. As my last hurrah to summer, here are some--chronological--snaps from August (mind you, summer isn't over 'til the 22nd, dammit):
:: Yanking dinner from the yard.
Me: Me too.
Juniper: Mama, I'm glad we are both loving this whole round world.
:: Morning love for the meat chickens.
:: Slice of life in my house.
:: My favorite hen, Mama Brahma. She was named early on, and lives up to it. She's curious, friendly, a leader.
:: Somewhere in the middle of my crappy 36 hours, Juniper offered me a cookie and a drink (I think it was beer).crappy 36 hours with a spontaneous camp-out on the upper deck. We told stories and counted stars as they appeared until there were too many to count and wide eyes slowly closed. Magic.