Happy Sunday morning,
friends. The autumnal equinox has come: dirt roads spotted in leaves; mornings
dark; us all wrapped in boots and sweaters. This morning we’re off to eat
pancakes at my parents’ house up the hill. This afternoon we’ll make
applesauce.
Here are some photos from Avah on her way to a gig this past week. Donning: an old dress of mine, the child-size dulcimer my grandmother gave me when I was her age, and a bag full of crayons and rocks and raisins. Also,
picking her nose with excitement.
May your day be crisp and
clear as a good apple.
