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A Yellow WoodThe beginning of October always seems to turn my thoughts inward. Not only do I find myself thinking of all I hope to accomplish this winter while I’m snowed in (finish painting that dining room, for one), but I also turn my thoughts to what needs fine-tuning in my own mind and spirit. Fall is indeed my favorite season; the colors are a great backdrop to quiet afternoons, and crisp weekends. If you’re anything like me, you’re still reeling from the pace of summer. I’m sure I spent more time out of the house with friends, away for weekends, and at weddings than I did breathing. Maybe that’s why I welcome the slowed pace of fall. My soul simply wants to batten down the hatches, and let the cool winds bring colder air masses from Canada. The comforter is back on the bed, reinstated from its crumpled mass on the floor. Light cotton layers are exchanged for wool and fleece in my closet, and the foods of the summer are fading; corn, barbecued chicken, and salads are giving way to potatoes, chili, and well… still salads in our house. As far as crafting goes, I’ll get out my Irish Blessing cross stitch that I started two years ago, and I’ll really try to finish it this winter (really!). In another month, I’ll start my Christmas cards with rubber stamps and festive stamp pads at hand. My sewing basket and my stamping supplies will sit next to my chair in the living room all fall. It’s a time of renewing in my soul because it’s a time to think about giving back to those who have given so generously to me. It’s not so much a time of raucous weekends, and endless holidays, but a great parenthetical pause in the calendar. And here at craftygal, we’re bringing you another month of articles. Join Taryn at the table to try your hand at some apple crafts. Jan’s in the fridge with a great recipe of her own, a rugged tempeh pasta salad. African drumbeats abound in Amie’s travels this month, and check out her personal reflections at the stump. And I sat on the porch for a spell with the Wallflowers, talking about their careers as crafters. I must admit, I only managed to plant a small crop this summer, with all my comings and goings, so I know it will be a small harvest this fall. I will reap what I can, and just take joy in the peace and quiet that comes after a harvest. |
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