unfolding

The other morning I sat on the sofa and found myself mesmerized by my daughter eating her cereal.  I thought this is kind of silly, Meagan--stop staring at the poor girl- let her eat in peace. But then I realized I truly didn't want to- my eyes were glued on her and that spoon and that bowl full of milk and cheerios.  I watched closely as she skillfully scooped and then guided the contents to her mouth. Only to then do it again. And then again.  An "uh oh" would follow if any pieces fell off- which in turn would be picked up by her chubby beautiful little fingers and put right back in her mouth.

The whole moment was surprisingly an artistic one for me. Thats probably why I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I found it pretty and I don't feel a camera or really even words can describe the beauty that it all entailed. I realize, though, lifestyle art and photojournalistic art really draws me in-- and this little event struck me as a piece of my own motherhood lifestyle art- a film naturally made by my daughter for my eyes to take in- for my brain to process and file away, hopefully to remember always.

Winter is near. I can smell it in the air. The trees are becoming more and more naked by the day and frosts are becoming a morning ritual.

Kyle has started "winterizing" the farm and all the vegetables that he will be caring for over these colder months. He's also been hard at work harvesting the rest that won't make it through. They need to be sent to these last few Farmers' Markets to do what they were intended to do: provide and nourish.

I'm feeling pretty good pushing forward into the winter season. I'm not sure if it's because I can finally see my family adjusting well to a new routine since I've gone back to work part-time. But, my body feels ready to handle the cold this year and whatever else may come next.