the rhythm of life
For now, we're flicking through pictures of our September. We're recalling that afternoon stroll to the river; the Autumn colours, the dusky light, the crispness in the air that makes my heart sad for the loss of summer. Now we're looking at a picture we had no idea had been taken. What was Mountain Dad thinking?
There is Little Ladie, beaming at the camera. She's obviously followed her Mum around behind that picnic bench to see what is going on. What is her Mum doing round behind the bench there? Leaning forward, over the long grass. Hands on thighs, all bent over. Oh my, is this a puking Mum?
Why, oh why, did that photo get taken?
No guesses as to why it didn't make the cut for today's blog post.
Instead we present some more berry picking escapades. This time cranberry picking in the woods out behind our house. Not a good crop this year but a good afternoon outing.
This year Adelaide helped us pick instead of just laying around. Granted she only put in three or four berries, but we're getting her trained early.