Kathleen's Korner at TheStidhams.com

Yes, it rained today.  Woke to rain, spritzed all day — the car actually needed windshield wipers while out driving — and the ground is a lovely, chocolatey color again.  The leaves on the bushes are all unfurling again, and the lawn is jewel-shades of emerald.

I have a new style of card — three-dimensional insects.  Started with a dragonfly, and a butterfly…  will try to get some pics up soon.  Will need to find an appropriate backdrop…

Got a postcard in the mail from Tom’s first cousin (I think he met her when he was really young), nicknamed “Scrabbler” in the Babble community.   Hope we can get back east sometime to meet her.  She is really nice.

Speaking of Babble, I got my T-shirt in the mail this week.  Here’s what I look like:

Autumn enters on golden rays of sun and
fills the house with the promise of pies and
long lazy evenings with a good book.

In some systems, there are five seasons:  Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer and the Little Summer — or the Second Summer.  It is a time of promise and activity.
The promise of a time of rest, yet time still to finish the last of the gardening, the housecleaning, the shopping.

The promise that all things come to an end — easy times as well as terrifying will cycle through and die, as the grain browns in the fields, as the child becomes an adult and the adult becomes a corpse.

And we remember…

As we remember the sun and the heat, the dry and the growth of the First Summer we also look forward to the dark, the cold, the wet and the silence of the season to come.
We celebrate the times of abundance, we bring in the harvest and we prepare for the time when hearth and home are our refuge, our haven against that storm outside.

The seasons change, the stars roll along in the heavens, and we know…  this too shall pass.