Thursday, October 19, 2017

“Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.”

~ Frédéric Chopin

Autumn moves lazily along.

I spend the morning making Sungold tomato jam using the tomatoes I threw in the freezer throughout the summer. I move a tray of now-ripe Black Krim, Brandywine, and Cherokee Purple tomatoes from the cool laundry room to the kitchen as a reminder that I need to tend to them too.

After a lunch of homemade lentil soup and bread we go to the community garden to plant the garlic. I wish I had more to plant and we end up going to the nursery to buy extra. I pick up some bulbs for the front flower bed while we’re there too. Then it’s back to the community garden to put the rest of the garlic in the ground and cover the area with straw for the winter. I harvest a good bunch of Swiss chard for supper.

By then it’s blustery; a cup of the expensive tea and a book beckon. The day darkens, rain falls, and wind blows, We’re cozy inside. I make supper, evening falls, and day ends. It’s been another good one.

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Simple happy.

A garden still giving.


A new recipe.

Working together.

Creamy and delicious ice cream, bought by accident instead of the usual, better-for-us, frozen yogurt.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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