"She recalled the free, pleasant life of her home,
where she was allowed to do everything,
and where nothing ever happened to her."
~ E.M. Forster, A Room With a View
I have been on an E.M. Forster kick lately, with a reread of A Room With A View––and next up will be Howard's End, a favorite novel I have not read since my friend Edie gave me a copy when we first became friends. [Oh how I value dear friends and treasured books!] While reading on our trip, I wrote down the above quote from a description of Lucy Honeychurch who, on holiday in Florence, has received a packet of letters from her family at their country home in England. Naturally, she is reflective as she pauses to read the news.
I enjoy travelling without a Baedecker or guide and prefer to roam around with little or no information except the destination. But most of the time I prefer to be at home and sometimes it is hard to get me out of it. There is that acute feeling of home that arises when we travel or get away from it––and that pulls us back, too. Such a powerful, primal feeling that there really is no other like it. And yet we also have the capacity for want of flight.
|Temple feeding our calves yesterday–we were all outside on a glorious Sunday.|
The last three days have been about reconnecting again at our farm after our needed travel whirlwind of 8-days away. It has been good to have a bit of a pause before school resumes tomorrow, to do some fall cleanup, and to get ready for our daughter's visit in a few days!
|The view from my east porch––and pantry window.|
I've also been puttering: my favorite pastime. It's not always immediately productive but eventually a "little here and a little there" does make a big difference. Put it this way, I'm a nest featherer and only a janitor under great duress or deadline. But I can rearrange shelves or decor endlessly––and pantries, of course (more about those soon).
|At Bear Wallow, where we literally were in and out of the gift shop in ten minutes,|
I was delighted to run into my friend Teresa whom I hadn't seen in a while.
|On the way to Bear Wallow Farm to get a few more pumpkins––|
they're just over on the next ridge.
|Our resident mockingbird in the rhododendron.|
|The boys helped me move pumpkins and stuff to decorate.|
|Henry bushhogged the knob pasture while Eli and I did some outdoor decorating.|
|Some recent antique linen finds from our trip: line-drying in the autumn sun.|
|Just imagine: crabapple blossoms in October! Does this mean I'll get crabapples in February?|
|The last of the coleus, cut before inevitable frost.|
I also potted up various summer plants for indoors,
such as a giant bush basil. We'll see how they fare.
You come back when you're ready!