emancipation

Good morning. I've had a feast of free time this AM: Cricket is sleeping up a storm and Avah is up the road rustling in leaves and mud with her cousin. And though I could have spent this time reaching for profundity on this here "trailer in park nowhere," or working on a story of mine, or doing some Jane Fonda workouts, instead I baked a pumpkin with which I've made pumpkin cake, pumpkin pie, and  roasted pumpkin seeds. Which is to say: when the pumpkins are ripe on the vine? Eat pie.

Also, this housewifelyness reminded me of the Vermont photographer Heather Gray, whose work manages to capture the looniness of motherhood in a way I adore. Enjoy.