{September 2 daybook}

I know it's not quite autumn yet, but September sings of the season-to-be and I couldn't help but rejoice when the calendar changed on the first.  I usually wait until it's actually fall to change our nature table and decor from summer, but this year the anticipation is too great and September marked the seasonal entrance in our home.  I'm trying to ignore the fact that it was 98 degrees on the first.  Soon enough there will be fires and cocoas and pumpkins.

I finished Pearl's plain vest recently, sewing the buttons on. She wanted to wear it, though wool, and as it was so hot out, she wore nothing else.

I'm casting on some wool socks for Ian who will be starting his second year of college this month. He is in Oregon and unlike here, he gets freezing temperatures and some snow. We weren't really prepared for his first year, completely forgetting the fact that it would really be winter there, since we don't get any sort of actual winter weather here. This year I hope to take care of him better. :)

I finished Agnes Grey and though not as wonderful as The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, it was still a great book. Layla started it right after me.

Just today I received a package with a book for me and two for the twins. I've been wanting to read Heaven on Earth for a long time and finally decided to order it with money left over from my birthday.

::creating comfort::
These are days of coziness, of forts and afghans, rhythms and food.  These are days that remind me why I do what I do, why I spend so much time creating comfort and why the mundane tasks and living are perfect.  These are days that I read and re-read one of my favorite poems, finding my own peace in words written oh so long ago.  These are beautiful days.

STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
  To stay at home is best.    
Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
    To stay at home is best.      
Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O’er all that flutter their wings and fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
    To stay at home is best.    
 -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



  1. I see two little wee folk I recognise there!!! :) I just love that picture of your littlest in her cardi. Actually I love all the pictures:)

    1. Yes!!! We love them so much. You do such amazing work my dear friend.

  2. HAHA! My little boy would do the same. Underwear and a sweater. Doesn't get much more comfortable than that, does it?
    Thanks for the fort photo. I've decided I'm making a fort for my kiddos this morning since we are stuck inside thanks to rain.