It is that time. Our first week of fires in the wood stove. Rearranging the room for maximum coziness and the first sickness of the season.
Feverish sisters, one clad in an elephant costume, dominated yesterdays doings. Mama has felt better too. Picnic pasta lunch in front of the fire with plenty of reading. I must admit to knitting.
Not to waste the stove top space some of us collected the fallen, hidden beneath the leaves black walnuts for a dye bath.
While the house is in shambles and I am scrambling to play catch up today, yesterday’s rest was well worth it.