Week one of autumn.
Autumn's here, to be sure. We have hung low this week under a cool mist and fog that has hung over the city. Our fireplaces and candles glow and flicker in the evening. Our fingers and thoughts have been busy by day. The final schedule has been made for my little eager violinists and they have returned much taller and grown-up than I last left them.

We have been picking up the gazillion apples that have littered my lawn. Or I should say, Arden has picked up most of them. He is such a good chap.

Grazing on the last of the summer fruit.

Keeping quiet and keeping busy. The book basket is staying stocked and the thinking wheels are beginning to turn as I embark into this LAST YEAR of school. Here we go!
We have been picking up the gazillion apples that have littered my lawn. Or I should say, Arden has picked up most of them. He is such a good chap.
Grazing on the last of the summer fruit.
Keeping quiet and keeping busy. The book basket is staying stocked and the thinking wheels are beginning to turn as I embark into this LAST YEAR of school. Here we go!
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