The Last Day of September
There are still a few dahlias in my garden. I cut five of them yesterday and plunked them into a soup tureen, along with clippings from the yard (including lots of sage) and one bunch of purchased dark mums. It looks fall-ish to me, as does the gray sky.
Last weekend, when I cooked an early Thanksgiving dinner for our traveling children, I brought out my thankfulness rocks.
I made these a couple of years ago, when life looked rather bleak, as a reminder to myself of the many, many things for which I could give thanks.
I put them into a hand-carved wooden leaf-shaped bowl from Ecuador and remember that I am blessed.
And I realized that there was one big blessing who arrived this past year, for whom there was no rock.
I promptly remedied that!
This weekend's lineup - overnight guests (2 sets!),
a little studying,
a little cooking,
- other than that, things are rather mellow around here.