Oct 02, 2008 14:41
Hello Autumn, hello sweaters, hello being too cold to get out of bed in the morning. Hello, hello, pumpkins and sneezes.
Hello soup or stew.
Hello, October, it's my birthday soon. Another day to wonder at being older in number and ever younger in heart (and brain).
Hello, Matilda is one month old. Molly is nearer to year two. My storybook children. My gypsy children. Every morning after Molly gets dressed, she stands expectantly next to the door. Where are we going?
Matilda Eloise. My last made from scratch baby. She is so strong. The day she was born she could already hold her head up. She could already roll from side to side. My daughters are so strong. Molly never learned to crawl, but she sure can run. Matilda has her father's eyes and hands. Will she play piano too?
It's time we drive to Hamilton to buy ten pounds of Basmati and as many curries, mochis, and mooskas as we can afford.
It's time to bring in spider plants, mother-in-law tongue, wandering jew and peperomias so that there will be green in the grey months to come.
I need to bring in my parsley and marjoram inside. I need to drink chile spices in my hot chocolate.
I need to go to the orchard with z, m&m to find gourds, squashes, indian corn. To eat caramel apples, pumpkin cakes. To feed goats and deer and ducks. To peek at porcupines. And roll, roll roll in ze-hay!
Hooray!