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I took this picture out the car window sunday night, as we were pulling out of the driveway to head to dinner at my grandparents' farm. I was trying to adjust the manual settings on my camera just a bit, remembering that my last photographs had been indoors and that any pictures I took on this evening would be outside.

It turned out that I had a baby on hip most of the time, except for the chance I got to eat hands-free thanks to some helpful family members passing Birdy around among them. And no pictures were taken, but one. On the way out the door to come home. 

But the next morning when I paused to look at this "nothing-special" photograph, I realized how much our place is beginning to look like fall. The warming of the evening light. The garden, bare except for my flowers that hang on until that very first frost and the sweet potato vines tangled at my flower's feet. Clothes on the line again–I confess it was just too hot and humid many days this summer to even think about clothes out on the line. The hostas getting a bit droopy, sad, and pocked with holes. The ground under the rope swing bare to the dirt. A few leaves yellowing and dropping.

I love the changing of seasons. I feel like I come back to life in the fall. Summer often does me in and sucks all the life and creativity and umph out of me. I'm excited to get back in the kitchen. Back outside. I begin to tackle major cleaning projects (ceiling fans, anyone? tub tile? mudroom windows?). 

I hope the changing of seasons is treating you well. I'd love to hear what fall brings to your life. 

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I took this picture out the car window sunday night, as we were pulling out of the driveway to head to dinner at my grandparents' farm. I was trying to adjust the manual settings on my camera just a bit, remembering that my last photographs had been indoors and that any pictures I took on this evening would be outside.

It turned out that I had a baby on hip most of the time, except for the chance I got to eat hands-free thanks to some helpful family members passing Birdy around among them. And no pictures were taken, but one. On the way out the door to come home. 

But the next morning when I paused to look at this "nothing-special" photograph, I realized how much our place is beginning to look like fall. The warming of the evening light. The garden, bare except for my flowers that hang on until that very first frost and the sweet potato vines tangled at my flower's feet. Clothes on the line again–I confess it was just too hot and humid many days this summer to even think about clothes out on the line. The hostas getting a bit droopy, sad, and pocked with holes. The ground under the rope swing bare to the dirt. A few leaves yellowing and dropping.

I love the changing of seasons. I feel like I come back to life in the fall. Summer often does me in and sucks all the life and creativity and umph out of me. I'm excited to get back in the kitchen. Back outside. I begin to tackle major cleaning projects (ceiling fans, anyone? tub tile? mudroom windows?). 

I hope the changing of seasons is treating you well. I'd love to hear what fall brings to your life. 

15 comments on “pause”

  1. We’re having the beginnings of spring where I live and it is having the same coming back to life effect on me. I hibernate in winter (and it gets nowhere near as cold here as it does where you live). Spring is unpredictable, and I’ve really noticed this year how well I function when the sun is shining and how my energy levels bottom out when the temperature drops again!

  2. I’m enjoying outside time more now too. We’re able to hike in the woods behind our house without needing to swim or shower afterwards. I’m also enjoying knitting and the routine of school. Oh, also sitting by a fire pit at night on the weekends.

  3. I know that there is such a thing as spring cleaning but I apply myself more in the fall. I think it’s being cooped up in a dirty house all winter that terrifies me! Fall has been divine so far. The last of the evening walks without our gloves and beanies, a little chill in the air as we climb out of our beds. Simply divine.

  4. i feel i can breathe again…literally. my allergy symptoms seem to have moved on.and i want to walk all the time. i can move without feeling the air itself is suffocating me.and i want to cook…well, i always want to cook, but longer things, more involved.and we sit on our couch. this is big. all summer long we barely pause in our livingroom on the way to the porch or the front steps.but i love to sit on our couch with a candle, and a glass or mug of something, and a book, and tim.

    xo,tara

  5. Fall is truly my favorite season! I love the cool crisp air (the humidity in PA was outrageous this year), and I love baking bread again without making the house unbearably hot too. I feel like sewing again too – having the fabric on my lap as I sew is so comforting and cozy, and I love how the light shines on everything in the evening and makes it simply GLOW!

  6. It is a nice, autumnal photo. I think that fall urge is what’s been prompting me to clean deep the past three days, even after a full day teaching yesterday. The nesting urge. I read somewhere that fall cleaning is so much better than spring cleaning because we’re preparing a place to snuggle into for the winter. I like the image.

  7. Ouch, ceiling fans. Forgot about those.

    But yes, the return of energy and crisp air and a house saturated with the smell of applesauce, fuels me no end.

    Happy fall, and all that entails.

  8. I hear you! summer is definitely draining somehow. I love the cooking of warm soups and stews, and cranking the oven up to roast meats. Feels primitive and so wholesome to be comforted by such warm and nourishing foods in the chillier weather.

  9. Autumn is a wonderful season. My favorite. I grew up in the North East and it is the only above-freezing-temp season without mosquitoes and black flies. The foliage is brilliant. The air is calmer. And anticipation sets in. I feel it is a season of preparation for the sleep mother nature is getting ready to take. We pull out woolens, pull in the last harvest, prepare for the holidays, and times filled with family. October is also my anniversary! 5 years this year.

    Beautiful picture!

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