Outside my window: The deep darkness that precedes the sunrise. Yesterday, at 3:00 p.m. there was a beautiful doe tiptoeing around outside our back window eating the wild violets that grow in the low places next to the brush. Such a gorgeous, delicate creature. What a fun interruption to our school day as we sat and admired her.
I am thinking: about doing another fall series on poetry. Just for me. And maybe Sonja Vernon and Kim Neuenswander :o) Something about the change of the seasons makes me long for cozy blankets and deep thinking poets.
I am thankful for: a man who is "obsessed with God's Word," as Pastor Potter encouraged the congregation to be last Sunday. I must admit, it IS all he talks about, and there are times that I say, "OK, my brain is tired, no Bible discussions for the next few minutes, please." (Is that terrible??) Due to his unique salaried position, he has the freedom during much of the year to study all day long. And he does. Every time he stands up to speak, I know the many, many hours he has poured into his topic. He takes 'rightly dividing the word of truth' seriously, and I'm so thankful for the example he sets for our children.
In my kitchen: only the coffeemaker is bubbling away at this time of the day. Today I plan to make some lovely roasted butternut squash with cinnamon. Maybe I'll throw in some toasted pecans. Who needs dessert? Never tried it? Try this link for ideas. The hardest part is peeling the aggravatin' squash. My goodness! It must be impervious to all wild creatures, because I can barely get into it with a sharp kitchen knife.
Around the house: Alex. What? Where did he come from at 6:00 a.m.? Bad dream. Sip of milk. Hug, kiss (since no one is watching). Back to bed with you, short person.
I am loving: the pumpkin spice iced coffee I tried at Dunkin Donuts this week. Note to prospective buyers: there is no need to ask for any extra sweeteners. It's already good to go. Loving the shine of wood post-Pledge dusting session. I normally dust my furniture with a feather duster. A quick swipe and off I go. There's something about rubbing the wood down with Pledge, or Old English (even better) that imparts that lemony smell and shine that just inspires me. When I was little, my Mawmaw would assign me the chair legs and hard-to-reach places with a dust rag cut from my grandfather's ribbed tank style t-shirts. I can feel the memories flooding back every time I pick up that shiny yellow can.
I am hoping: the fall leaves will be glorious. If not, I may have to go find some glorious ones. See below. Mentone, AL perhaps?
I am sorely tempted by: the thought of jumping in the car and taking a road trip with the kids to see Jamestown. When we study these things in history, I would love to have the money to make it come alive in person. "Guess what, kids? We're studying Japan this week. Here's your passports." (Can you imagine?) :o) In the meantime I've discovered "Anna's Adventures" in Jamestown here. These videos take you there and are much cheaper.
I am reading: Jan Karon's newest novel, Somewhere Safe With Somebody Good. I am savoring it, like a piece of fine chocolate. At 77, I think she's at the top of her game. The book is hilarious, gripping, tear-jerking. I recently went to hear her speak in Birmingham- more on this later. It was a magical evening!
On my to-do list: Find someone, ANYONE, who will fix the motor in my garden tub. It must a bad sign that no one wants to touch the task. Hmmm.... Also, pop some wheat bread ingredients with cracked wheat into my machine this morning to have delicious, buttered bread at lunch.