Snow

Adorable little brother playing in snow + Big sister with camera = Pictures!! ;)

Dare I hint that those wee mittens were handknit?

I love those wee little boots...

'Rina, how did you sneak into this post? Silly thing....

~Caitlyn

We really are still here.....

I apologize for being silent for so long.....

But methinks life gets busier and busier as one get older.....

The autumnal changes and colors are in full swing over here, bringing new changes and days with it....

Senior pictures (I'll post a few of those soon!), last year of school, praying about college decisions, chores, teaching, learning, living..... that's life in a nustshell....

I got a job, spinning for a yarn company, but decided that I could do better selling my own yarn than spinning for someone else. So I quit that job and am now increasingly busy, getting my own online yarn store started......

The days are wrapped in a colorful scarf, tinged with goldenrod, scarlet and amber...... Emily and I enjoy walking through the crunchy leaves at dusk together.....

All three of us work harmoniously upstairs together in our sewing room..... You here piano pieces being played, spinning wheels purring, pens scratching..... we never say much, but then, there's never a need; we know each other's thoughts......

Life is busy, but I enjoy it.... I love waking up in the morning and seeing all the lovely colors out the window, then beginning my day.....

I am enjoying life to the fullest.....

~Caitlyn

At last, it's official!!

Today is the first day of autumn!!! Hurray!!!

~Caitlyn

September....

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumns best of cheer.

By Helen Hunt Jackson

Of Work and Play

What beautiful, spring weather! I hope everyone else is having as fair weather and warm sunshine as we are. I'm going to take a wild guess and say it's about sixty or seventy degrees outside right now. Perfect for being outside whether working or playing. Here are some pics of what our clan has been up to on this fine day.

Here's Jake dragging fallen branches from the willow tree down to the stick pile, the place where all unwanted branches go.

After a while he got tired and decided to take one stick at a time. Just joking! Some of the branches had poky thorns on them so he's being really careful. What a good helper he is!

Here's dear sister Cait wandering around with her herb basket, collecting who knows what to store away for her doctoring tinctures and teas. Yes, I know what she uses that stuff for. I'm one of the poor victims she practices on. LOL! (just joking, Cait).

"What? You want to take my picture? Oh, fine!" Yes, she actually let me take her picture! Amazing, I know. She looks very reluctant to have her picture taken, doesn't she? :D

Here's Dad toying and tinkering with the lawn mower, trying to get working again. Jake looks on in awe, in a respectful silence. :D Dad's efforts were not in vain, though. He got the mower up and running and I do believe he's out there mowing as we speak, er, write. :D

Ah, here's Emily labouring industriously at those pesky weeds. Go girl!

Is she glaring at me!? "Megan, did you just take my picture? You did!? Aaaarrrrgh!"

Little Carver out looking to do good. Or is he? Out of his way! Baby on a mission here!

"Here ya' go Emmy!"

"Ya' gotta' put your back into it! Heave ho!"

That's all for now!

~Megan

It has come!

Hurray! My fever finally broke and I am feeling back to normal (this is where my sisters look at me and ask when I was ever "normal" in the first place).

Anyway....

In the book 'The Secret Garden' Mary Lennox bursts into her cousin's room one morning and says breathlessly: "It has come!" What has come? you might ask. SPRING!

Okay, so I don't think the calender says that it's spring quite yet, but then, nature doesn't really listen to calenders very well.

All around me signs of spring are showing. The sweet aroma of damp earth, sunshine and wind envelopes me like a colorful shawl when I tread the emerald hued ground. The frogs have all come out from hibernation and now sing their nightly choruses; All of the bulbs that Megan planted last Autumn are slowly unfurling their leaves and blossoms and baby animals are beginning to come into the world (like the new foal that our neighbor's horse had!).

~Caitlyn

Spring

The first herald of spring's coming......

Definitely a white Christmas

Wow.... We were just listening to the weather report on the radio and apparently we are in for a heavy winter storm with snow up to fourteen inches!! The broadcast person said that traveling will become extremely dangerous and warned everyone to stay home; If traveling is imperative, he advised to bring a well-stocked emergency kit, a cell phone and flashlights.

Over here, we are stocking up on water and collecting candles. Some friends up the road from us have already lost their power, so we're just waiting for our turn. Along the lines of lost power, if we do lose it we will have to bring Emily's baby rabbits inside. Fun, fun, fun.

A white Christmas? Most definitely. A Christmas without power? Probably. :D
I guess we'll see what happens....

Velvet Shoes

Come, let us walk in the quiet snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence falls like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.

--By Elinor Wylie

Snow in the countyside