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We are in for a spell of perfect weather now, every day luminous, every night brimmed with stars. Picnics at noon, supper by the apple-wood fire at night, a walk in the cool moonlight before bed.
~ Gladys Taber

That little quote from a Susan Branch book has forever framed my picture of September.  This is that interesting time of year when the hope (yes!) of Fall is so present.  The buckeyes are losing their leaves and the smaller trees and plants along the roadsides are blazing with color.  Acorns are starting to fall.  I think it's going to be a mast year.  I'm hopeful of collecting my own store of nuts for our play kitchen and school work.

It's supposed to warm up today and even be hot towards the end of the week, but right now, I'm wrapped in a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate.  It is a luxury right now to have the air conditioners and the heat off.  You can get your final fill of Summer, and you can start thinking about sweaters and mittens, too.  I told the children that we will wait for the first frost for mittens, and I'm trying hard to wait on rubber boots.  It is so fun and so full at this time of year.


Here are some scenes from our last day of Summer "vacation."  I always laugh at that term.  When I was a teen, it was a vacation, but not any more!  There's garden work to do and canning and school preparations.  I could go on and on. . .

Warming Up

We went to Laurel Bed Lake, a guaranteed place to Get Away From It All.  My dear Laurel, she fell in her lake while trying to climb a fallen tree.  Thank goodness for a blanket in the car that I hadn't taken to the thrift store yet!  The weather was just warm enough to play in the water (and the water was finally warm), but it was just cool enough to chill a person.


She has mastered the expressive face. Bless her cotton-picking heart.  She was soon right again and playing in the water.  The highlight of her day was the dead fish she and Willow found.

Last Picture

All the children have gained courage in water this Summer, Roan especially.  It has been interesting to see his hesitation and his feelings of triumph as he becomes more comfortable.  It may be that we will be ready for swimming lessons next year.

The Color

Little dark leaves, you are growing so old,
Fading so gently from green to gold.
See how the sun in his splendor goes down
And lovingly gilds you a glorious crown.

~Enki Spirals :: Grade One


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A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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