September, transitions.
Warm summer days turning into cool autumn breezes.
First fires are lit. Nighttime comes earlier. Thick green begins to turn yellow, orange and red.
Apples are crisp from the tree, hearty meals seem perfect to fill the house with smells of harvest.
Logs are pulled from the woods, split into cord wood and stacked for the coming months.
Apple pies & quiche's are made. Even more tomatoes are picked from the garden. My late crop of spinach and greens are picked.
The first frost covered our land, glistening white as the sun rose and the fog lifted from the valley.
Mum's are placed on the porch, and thoughts of a winter CSA are on our minds.
A little baby is hiccuping inside, as he prepares to enter the world, our world.
Bags are packed. Dresser is stocked. Books & toys are in their place. A cradle sits in our room, waiting for his arrival.
This September was my eight month of pregnancy, now turning the corner into my ninth.
We'll be parents in the next 3-5 weeks.
This September, the transition into my favorite season means so much more.
Oh honey, I cannot wait to hold that little baby in my arms! Your pictures evoke so many memories of all the years that I have spent living on the mountain with you kids and your Dad. We are truly blessed! Love you, Mom
ReplyDeleteOh those leaves! I have to admit, this fall I'm not quite as jealous as usual as we're heading to ontario (home yay!) to visit in about a week so finally I'll get to see the fall colors in all their glory again! I'm hoping they last until then, even as far south as you they seem to be beautiful already! I bet by the time we are back and back online you will have had him!! Good luck friend!
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