Sunflowers bloom profusely, choke cherries turn to black, the wild plums turn to red, the evening, slightly cooler, seems to capture the sounds of crickets as they sing, louder to my ears than I have noticed throughout the summer. The sunlight has softened during the day; the sun is changing its position once again, and the feeling of fall is upon us. I love fall. I think it is my favorite time of year. Peacefulness always seems to rest upon me this time of year, more so than any other time. Perhaps it is that children that are running free happy and wild all summer, have gone back to school, and the chaos of summer has quieted down. It is indeed one of my very favorite memories from when the big kids were all home safe with me, and we were beginning our school year. Nothing better. I miss those days very much. I capture little bits of the feeling of those days when I find my self repeating some of the happy rituals with Russell, Olga or Eddie that we all used to do; Picking green chilis, picking apples, going out to the farms, and loading up on veggies, canning jam and jelly, making bread, making green chili and salsa, peeling and slicing apples to dry, bringing in the last of the garden's pickings ( because our summer has been more hectic than usual, we did not get one veggie planted this summer... it makes me feel very flat), and making relish, pickles and zucchini bread, Steve and the boys stacking firewood; are all part of happy fall activities that have managed to continue each year, melting together two batches of children, and helping them feel like one.
And now, a peacefulness that I have not felt in a long time has gently alighted in our home, and I am liking it. Suddenly there is not soooo much to do. I feel as if I have accomplished a great feat in having raised a 6th child, and am now down to one. Are we ever done? Not really, but still, there is a satisfactory feeling that comes to me now knowing little chicks 5 and 6 can fly. I am feeling like I am getting there. Now, let me take a breather... I am regrouping, planning my week. Shall I sit in bed all day and read my bible and pray and not change from my jammies? No, maybe not, Oh, but it sounds really lovely, and Steve is out of town.... he wouldn't know...Ha Ha....Well, I'm sure he'd find out... Eddie would be sure to tell him; perhaps I better just get on with my routine.. I will enjoy my time with the Lord in the mornings, and get my household back in order (I am actually feeling as if it is about in order now). I will definitely get back to my 52 weeks of projects. What? Did I say 52 weeks of projects? No it must have been a typo. I must have meant 42 weeks. Ha ha. Perhaps I can keep my momentum this time. Enjoy the Season dearies, it is a delightful one. Sometimes we struggle and wrestle through life for so long that we form the habit of thinking life is always going to be like that (at least that is how it has happened with me) and we miss the new thing the Lord is doing in our lives. A new season has come, don't miss its joys and blessings.
Love you all.