I spend almost entire days in the kitchen these days. I pretend I don't feel the nip in the morning air and I sheepishly close the doors in the evenings- not wanting the house to become too cold. I spotted my first brazenly orange-tinged trees the other day. I help Matt split wood when I can and when I can't, I admire him from the kitchen window. Wood. For burning this.....no, I can't even say it.
There is such an abundance pouring in of milk and fruit and garden goodness that I am constantly busy. It is a juggling match to determine which bit is more pressing to do- make cheese? butter? Milk or vegetables? Peaches? Pickles? Summer Squash? It is a glorious, busy, abundant, exhausting time.
Being stuck indoors with my pressing to-do lists leaves me very little time to go outside and enjoy the beauty and warmth that is already beginning it's descent into the brown, crisp days of Fall. I see it coming, I feel it coming- but I don't want to believe that it is coming. I am not ready. I haven't soaked up enough sun, admired enough flowers; trekked in the woods and fields, sat in my flower circle reading or painting... not enough.
I've been fiercely protecting my Sabbath from any canning or milk production these last few months~ knowing it is the only teensiest reprieve of my entire week but this past Sunday I decided that within that reprieve- there must be flowers. Sun. Walks. Fresh, warm, golden air touching my skin. Birdsong. Ice cream "Sundays". Quilts in flower circles and bowls of popcorn in the grass. And, whenever possible- doodlebug rides.
The "Doodlebug" is that odd, Beverly Hillbilliesque ride in the pictures above. Part car/part tractor/part redneck fourwheeler...it's been around for decades. Apparently, our (now) elderly next-door neighbor used to drive it around when he was a young man and it somehow made its' way to Matt when he was a teenager and went to live (and stay) at his parents' house until eventually, we wound up buying this place and has made it's way 'home' once again. The doodlebug starts only when it feels the desire to go explore- not necessarily when we want it to- and it isn't exactly a smooth ride. But, boy is it fun.
Matt built the box in back and the children just fit inside.
We are quite a sight (letmetellyou!) coming up the hill to our home and out putzing along the edge of the fields (what the neighbors must think!) but let me tell you, every bit of the ride is worth the embarrassment. ;-)