My 8 p.m. Living Room

{Though a week late}

My 6 a.m. Kitchen

Believe it or not, the walls are an improvement over the raspberry wallpaper that was there before. And how do you like my breakfast nook? Cute, no?

Favorite Things

Carhartts

Flannel Shirt

Working in the Yard

At the House That We Own

I'm. In. Heaven.

Home

[Taken with my camera phone. Not as cool as Jemaines, but okay.]

It's Happening...

Seven

Seven. Seven is the number of birds that have, er, kicked the bucket by flying into our sliding glass door these past two weeks. The story goes like this:

Bird eats berries off the tree in front of our deck. Bird likes berries. Bird gets all his buddies to come eat the berries too. Birds get excited. Maybe a little drunk. Nobody assigned a designated driver. They all decide to leave at once. Some fly left, some fly right, some fly up, some fly down, and some choose to fly right into our door.

A few of them are able to flap and flop themselves back to life (nature's defibrillator), but seven, alas, didn't make it. They become an easy treat for a neighborhood cat. Not our cat. Some other cat.

Speaking of cats, it makes me think about the Mexican cat my brother and I found when we were living in El Paso. Poor lil' girl. She swam across the Rio just for the chance at a better life. I sure hope we gave that to her. Sigh.

Come, Fall

Fall is my favorite season. Though I think I say that about every season. Oh, but fall…

Fall gives us the best of summer without the tyrannous heat. Come, day and light, give us your warm, low sun. Kiss our lips with the last rose of summer.

Fall gives us the best of winter without the fleeting daylight. Come, evening and dark, give us rest in your cool air. Touch our cheeks with wintery fingers.

Fall gives us the heaviness of the harvest. Come, fields, praise God with your worth. Fill our bellies with nourishing comfort.

Fall beckons wool and cashmere out from their summer tomb. Come, sweaters, enfold us in soft pile. We itch to be itching.

Fall wraps its golden thread round the trees and bushes. Come, Lord, wrap a golden thread round me. May I offer a display of your uniqueness and beauty.

Fall feels like the glorious culmination of a successful spring and summer before its wintery end. Come, Lord, place your blessing on me as I move through spring and summer, awaiting culmination. May I have a full harvest.