It was 65 degrees when we arrived home from our Thanksgiving travels, so we emptied the van, dealt with the mail, and then headed for the boardwalk to do a little bike riding. We have to take advantage of these lovely days while we can... cold weather is coming!
In November, people are good to each other. They carry pies to each
other's homes and talk by crackling woodstoves, sipping mellow cider.
They travel very far on a special November day just to share a meal with
one another and to give thanks for their many blessings - for the food
on their tables and the babies in their arms.”
The children and I accompanied Father John on a jaunt to Manhattan today. He needed a few hours to do a little work, so we wandered over to Purl Soho and then walked two miles back to Papa, stopping along the way whenever we spotted something that caught our fancy. We ducked into a little independent bookshop for a little while to peruse the shelves, purchased a few cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery, played at a playground, watched firetrucks returning to the firehouse from an emergency, watched a baker ice cupcakes (at a different cupcakery), and chased lots of pigeons. I love wandering around the city streets... the weather was perfect and there was so much to see!
November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red
sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear
days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified
serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale
sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the
juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up
evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days
with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite
melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake.
But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by
dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines
and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had
built his roof well, and his chimney drew.”
After a long day of rain and chill, the clouds parted and we were able to watch one of the most amazing sunsets I have ever seen. It had been a trying day cooped up in the house and as soon as the children noticed the glorious show outside our door, they dashed out and danced in the driveway. Their joy was infectious and we returned inside for dinner and baths and bedtime with renewed spirits. Glory to God for all things!
Kate and I are back with an update on the pinafores that we are working on during our visit together and a short discussion on how to afford luxurious yarn on a budget. Please join in the discussion in the comments section and if you have any other questions to ask us while we are together for the next few days, fire away! We'd love to hear from you!