September 19, 2011

• The Simple Womans Daybook 19 September 2011

   

  Outside my window….wait a minute there is no window!  I am sitting here at the picnic table so that I can multi-task.  I want to work on my lessons and enjoy the crisp fall air.  See, multi-tasking!  The sun is shining, the air is cool and sharp with the smell of wood smoke.  There are even undertones of the changing leaves and ripening field corn if you know what to sniff for.  I can smell the ripening ragweed and goldenrod in the pasture across the way as well as the tang of the windfall apples and pears that the deer have browsed through this morning on their way to daytime feeding..

  I am thinking…about holding my heart and soul inside my body. 

  I am thankful for….the changes of the seasons and how abundantly the human heart can revel in the scents and sensations that the changes bring.

  From the schoolroom…education.  The whole world is my schoolroom.  Please God keep that knowledge always in my mind.

  From the kitchen….MK is making lasagna.

  I am wearing…an orange tee shirt and navy sweats.

  I am creating…my own path to salvation one act at a time.

  I am going…nowhere, fast.  We are down to one car and Matthew has that at work today so I couldn’t leave this place if I had the desire or the get up and go.  Since I have neither I guess I will remain content to stay and sit.

  I am reading…The Sun Also Rises by Earnest Hemingway (it is for school otherwise I wouldn’t cloud my mind with such drivel)

  I am hoping…hopes that cannot be expressed.  Hopes that fill my heart and make it groan with sighs of possibility.

  I am hearing…cars passing on the road over the hill behind us, the faint twitter of birds in the trees over my head, and the trill of crickets as they add their song to mix of sensations which herald the coming of fall.

  Around the house…MK and Melissa have everything pretty much in hand.  Melissa has taken Layn and gone to town to get groceries.  MK is making the sauce for the lasagna.  The laundry is well underway and our home is fragrant with the odors of love, cleanliness, and industry.

  One of my favorite things….the sound of young teeth biting into a crisp fall apple and the look of surprise on the face of the biter when the apple bites back.

  A few plans for the rest of the week…..my plans consist of the ordinary and routine.  I wish to partake in the normal and the comfortable.  I plan on wrapping myself in the familiarity of home life and family interaction.

  Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you….

  

  The first MacIntosh of the season.  Boy was he surprised when the apple bit him back with that first taste.  I like Macs because they are tart and crisp from first bite to last.  Layn begged grandma for her apple and I obliged him wondering what his reaction would be after a spring and summer of winter storage apples.  I think he likes Macs as much as his grandma does.

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