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Autumn Fairies


Good Morning. A quiet Sunday was had by all here. Barry left in the early dawn light and the kids and I found ourselves digging thru the many piles of schooner gear here in the house. After a few more chores and a few more, “Ahh, Mom, do we have too?” the day warmed up to a high 60 degrees! It’s amazing to think that it’s late October! If Autumn is a second spring and every leaf is a flower , then we are in full bloom here in Maine! The leaves are coming down faster than we can rake. Sawyer and Nadie gave it they’re all yesterday. A little nudge from the chocolate fairy who hid chocolate pumpkins in the pile gave a surprise ending to a day’s work. (Now all the leaves are scattered on the lawn again….oh well, we don’t want Daddy to miss all the fun of raking!).
And as Rachel Carson once said, “If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.” It’s a good thing I was there or they would never have found that last chocolate pumpkin! (of course it’s the one Sawyer stepped on and wouldn’t eat!)
Have a great day. Be well. Do good.
PS. If anyone has seen the tooth fairy, send her this way again.

Comments

Michele B said…
That must be a very special place indeed. I have never found a chocolate pumpkin among the leaves. :)I'll have to console myself by baking a pumpkin/chocolate cake with chocolate glaze. Next time I see the tooth fairy flying over Manchester, I'll tell her to fly north and stop in Maine. Great pics of the cherubs among the leaves. Hugs to all
Unknown said…
Jen,

Sarah wants you to read this message to Sawyer and Nadie.

Sarah has enjoyed the honey we brought home from our trip on the Mary Day in September. She says that it is the best honey she has ever eaten and that she can taste the flowers where the bees got the nectar. Sarah thanks you for such a wonderful treat.
Unknown said…
I ran across the following recipe on the internet tonight. It looks to me that you are already enjoying a Fall version.

Take 1 large field,
half a dozen children,
2 or 3 small dogs,
a pinch of brook and some pebbles.
Mix the children and dogs well together;
put them on the field, stirring constantly.

Pour the brook over the pebbles;
sprinkle the field with flowers.
Spread over all a deep blue sky and bake in the sun.
When brown, set away to cool in the bathtub.

By the way it got down to 60 here a few days ago. Back in the 80s now.

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