Little toddler buddies at sunset — in awe of the big girls dancing around them.
In the greenhouse. Repotting plants and then lingering, soaking up the morning light.
I haven’t spent much time in here since spring.
The tiny black onion seeds we placed into trays filled with soil in March . . . have grown and flourished and now the glowing bulbs are drying in the warmth of the October sun, back here where their little green shoots of life began.
The sun nourished the onion plants all summer; their bulbs will nourish us all winter.
And then into the basement for some serious work with Papa’s tools!
Questions about poetry versus prose.
Teaching him how to jump!
This boy isn’t looking so “baby” any more. . .
Finding light in the midst of darkness.
“In a milkweed cradle,
all snug and warm,
tiny seeds are hiding,
safe from harm.
Open up your wings now,
unto the sky.
Come Mister Wind,
help them fly!”
— Traditional Waldorf Circle Song
The first autumn leaves come inside
in baskets and pockets.
Handfuls of chestnuts, shiny brown and gold.
The smell of beeswax fills the house
as rain falls outside
and a chubby toddler brings fists-full
of dirty carrots, fresh from the garden,
inside to wash off
up at the sink.
We walked up the Whaleback trail this morning and found some of the first autumn leaves. The girls are so eager to show Wallace how to dip leaves in beeswax! Ellen said, “There are so many exciting things for him to discover!” Yes, indeed.