Berry season, the time of year where no one is ever lacking something to do. Where even the muggiest afternoon can be pleasantly spent under the forest’s shade, lazily picking thimble berries or slowly maneuvering the blackberry brambles. Of course there is pie to be had and jam to be spread, and those things don’t make themselves either.
The pace of August suits me. We have no far away adventures planned and no classes to attend (minus the everlasting piano- which the outing is something we all enjoy). I have all but begun to ignore my garden, and am dreaming about subtracting a bed next spring. Just for the time being-
Because Willow took her first step this morning. Rowan has his first wiggly tooth. Jasper can ride his balance bike down the steep incline of our driveway while screaming “POOOOP!!!”. Oh, the maternal pride I exude for that milestone. And Miles… he is almost 8, and is currently upstairs devouring Harry Potter and The Sorcerers Stone. Sow a garden, yes that can wait. And the weeds, I hardly mind them. Proof that our time is being spent elsewhere and I am okay with that. There are fallen ash trees to scale, and hikes to be had, and swims to be swum, and doodles to doodle. Yup, we are busy alright.
And of course, cow’s to be milked!