Reflection & Frost

I would love to say that I have been able to sit back and reflect on this summer’s joyous events, been able to absorb.  Not so!  I’ve been running hard in the recent weeks. Clambering to just make it to the end of this race.  Is there a minute to catch my breath?  May I slow into the season yet?  When can I rest?  I’m feeling a bit behind, having been gone for such a long time. The race towards frost is on in the garden and autumn’s transition consists of many tasks at our old house. October has always hit like a freight train in my world.  My friend and family group have a lot of fall birthdays, many of us are clustered in the harvest months.  I just wish there was a little more time to reflect.

It was 6 days, 11 hours and 30 minutes, roughly, until I had another offer of an art gig based on what I did this summer.  Although that is extremely exciting, I also can hardly think of starting again quite so soon.

There is a joy in traveling the roads you know.  The way your house envelopes you like a hug. Autumn is long and golden in North Central Washington.  I write this as we sail north in a fully loaded Volkswagen on 97 A nearly to Canada for a fall festival.  I hope to find some of the relaxation I am seeking!  If not, maybe I too must wait for frost.