Mustard Seed Trees

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

-- Friedrich Nietzsche (via aurorefleurs)

It is time (baby asleep, husband out, house quiet, crickets chirping, porch light humming) to finish the last 100 pages of that novel I’ve been reading for at least 3 months. I almost don’t want to do it. I’ve grown very attached to carrying The Moonflower Vine around with me to all the places where I am never able to sit down and read.

For Bonnie’s first birthday (over a whole month ago now), I bought her Raggedy Ann, her first dolly (and my second favorite dolly ever!), along with Johnny Gruelle’s classic story book Raggedy Ann and the Camel with Wrinkled Knees. When I was a little girl, I found an illustrated chapter book of Raggedy Ann and Andy stories at our school library. I checked it out, read it, and renewed it for as long as I could. When I absolutely had to return it, I just waited a few days and checked it out again. I remember our sweet librarian saying, “This again?” while I nodded in silent glee, and took it back to class with me. I think eventually she told me I had to give other people a chance to read the book, too, and I was made to check out something different. If I could, I would pass along my childhood enchantment with library books about play things that come to life and adventure in the woods. Red yarn hair, candy hearts, striped stockings, oh I hope eventually she loves all of it as much as I did!

For now, though, I love how these photos of my silly, sweaty girl in an old red wagon turned out :)

I’ve killed all the herbs 3 times over. Like, I killed all my spring seedlings and replaced them twice with new plants, and killed those too. I shall never give up. NEVER. NOT EVER. 

Friday night fun in Coolidge Park playing in the fountain! Bonnie was so into it! I can’t wait to take her back.

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