I had no plans for posting today when I realized that I had slipped into that dangerous no blogger's land of not particularly caring if I ever posted again, that tipping point where it could go either way. We talk about this from time to time, you and I. There is surely coming a day when I will have absolutely said all that there is to say. So I took my little break from blogging and commenting. I couldn't take a break from reading, though. You're much too interesting.
It doesn't feel nor look much like autumn yet so I have not given myself over to pumpkins nor mums nor cornstalks. My dining table continues to feature lots of tomatoes, which we love to see, but which do not have much flavor. For flavor, I am frequenting farmhouse stands to buy Early Girls or anything that looks as if it would be worthy of eating over the kitchen sink.
One recent project involved tracing a portion of scripture onto that too white lampshade. I printed off my choice, tore the paper in a random way, and taped it to the underside of the shade. I rather liked it that way and can see that if I had stayed with that method, I could switch expressions to fit any occasion: Give Thanks, Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday.