Digging in: September grass is the sweetest kind

... "Goes down easy like apple wine. Hope you don't mind if I pour you some, made that much sweeter by the winter to come." ~James Taylor

Autumn is my favorite time of year. I can still peel off my sweater when the day gets warm, but the mornings are crunchy acorns under my bare feet when I step outside, cold toes and the brewing thought of socks and hot tea. Today I am going to put a thick ivory covered down comforter back on my oak bed and I will wear jeans and a long sleeve tee. I will drive with the windows down and the fresh Fall air rolling like a symphony through my tired and lately quite stuffy car.

This Autumn brings more than just the relief of cool air and Pumpkin Spice lattes from Starbucks. This Autumn I celebrate being well, feeling whole and human and more than a sick lag on the couch. As my belly swells with the baby being knitted together inside I am grateful for that gentle pucker and the fact that I am enjoying this little presence por fin. Josh and I were more than ready for another child, but the illness of this pregnancy was unforeseen and certainly not long awaited.

As it is, we have come through a hot, sick summer with pure joy at the thought of who we will meet in March and I even enjoyed a therapeutic stay in the Outer Banks just before the 80s turned to 70s and the hot sun to a deluge of rain!

Here are a few snapshots of what our summer has held. As you can see Jonathan and I are both growing rapidly and Josh is handedly holding us together.