Falling into Autumn

Oh what a busy bee I've been.  So busy I've been neglecting poor Mommy Chicken.  Actually, I think I've been avoiding her.  It's kinda hard to explain, but I find myself slipping into a character of sorts when writing posts about life here in Brigadoon Glen, and it's not as natural to find her voice since we lost our hens in August.  Life is still glorious, but there is a shadow of loss that colors my perception here at home.

So how do I still connect to that Mommy Chicken?  Well, I guess a peek at my little "about me" blurb is a start.  In it I describe life as a caretaker and crafter of a beautiful life.  I still appreciate all the beauty that life offers, but I must admit I'm a bit haunted by it's temporal nature.  However, there's not much to do but press on, so I'm back to share a little of what's been keeping me busy, what's been chasing those ghosts back into the shadows.


We've been blessed with lots and lots of pie pumpkins!  I've been roasting, toasting, baking and freezing.  There has been enough to share with friends and neighbors as well.

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I've been exploring new ways to keep my water bath busy by canning lots of Bread n' Butter Pickles, Pickled Green Beans, Pickled Peppers, etc. . . all kinds of ways to hold onto Summer's bounty.

And even though we've had our first little bit of snowfall, the raspberries will go on producing through the end of this month.

The fall colors have been wonderful, and I'm so lucky to be able to share them within my updated banner.

I hope you all have a wonderful week ahead of you!

Hold on to what is good, Even if it's a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe, Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.

Hold on to what you must do, Even if it's a long way from here.

Hold on to your life, Even if it's easier to let go.

Hold on to my hand, Even if someday I'll be gone away from you.

A Pueblo Indian Prayer