to harvest memories

'Tis the season for crisp smoky fires, the crunch of leaves, the tears and negotiations of a preschooler, friday night football, swanky art openings, the sweetest cider, goblins and ghosts, outdoor festivals...an autumn harvest. Big or small, if we pause with grace, any harvest can be bountiful indeed. A recent outdoor Symphony brought this to mind as toddlers spun wildly and awkwardly, giggling and tumbling down our vast 'art hill'. Dressed in picnic attire with homemade hats and capes and wands and baubles, children peppered the lawn hopping and glowing under the lights and sounds of masterpieces. If you never have, you must put it on your list to stop and watch a child 'dance'. Hilarious pure exhilaration that recalls the gyrating moves of Elaine Benes without one single care in the world.

And a big thanks to friends and family who helped to harvest fond memories of my new endeavor. A lively evening in the spirit of the season we gathered for my launch and I couldn't be more grateful. Periwinklebloom was well-received. And the premise of 'less being more' with the concern for how things are made, simple and kind, seemed to resonate. Thank you for an autumn evening overflowing with encouragement and warmth. I too felt like a kid, spinning while time stood still.