Seasons of Change

This was a blustery fall morning. The girls packed all kinds of things (dolls, limes, Despereaux, notebooks) in their bike baskets, then went for a ride. 

Scarlet got a wand in her workbox one morning and changed Timmy into "a freckle, and a pig."

Scarlet loves to hold a blanket and suck her thumb- she'll often show me a part of her blanket to smell. The last time she did this I said, 

"What does it smell like? 

I don't smell anything, it just smells clean to me." 

Scarlet answered, "It smells like chocolate and marshmallows."

Autumn 

by Rainer Maria Rilke

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,


as if orchards were dying high in space.


Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."



And tonight the heavy earth is falling

away from all other stars in the loneliness.



We're all falling. This hand here is falling.


And look at the other one. It's in them all.



And yet there is Someone, whose hands


infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.