Thursday, November 13, 2014

My Greenlake in November

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost and yet again wind; tar and turpentine and Ceylon tea. Serious and lowly like the smell of a begging monk and yet again hearty and resinous like precious incense.

― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on C├ęzanne

Monday, November 3, 2014


We've had a full month: a pumpkin patch field trip, chest colds, school IEP meetings, lots of work travel for Erik, baseball, a halloween zebra, and the return of Seattle rain. I love this time between when school starts and when the holiday madness begins. 


Give Me a Nap | Template By Rockaboo Designs | 2012