The leaves have begun to change in earnest and I thrill to the frost on the wind.

I dug up my potatoes…it wasn’t a great batch this year, but I will try again next.

I can’t seem to get enough of Walt Whitman…his Song of Myself  keeps rattling against the insides of my skull and I prefer his vocabulary to mine.

I had a dream that I knit a scarf that reached to Patagonia (the region, not the store)…not sure what that means.

I’ve taken to making peppermint tea in the afternoons. It’s nice. I like it.

My morning have been starting slow. I tend to linger and snuggle that fluffy dog-o-mine and daydream under the flannel sheets longer than I should. It feels so decadent.

Forgotten memories have been popping up in the most random and unexpected places. Not bad. Not good. Just oddly nostalgic.

I killed one of my succulents. It turns out that even desert plants need water on occasion.

I read Sharon Olds‘s book of poetry, Stag’s Leap. She utterly broke my heart. Utterly.

I did a sunrise hike at Bradbury Mountain and realized I forgot my camera. So I was just still. And it was beautiful.



How about you? What have you been up to lately?

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  • BriptuOctober 28, 2015 - 7:25 am

    Oh my goodness these are aizamng! I can’t pick a favorite, they are all so great and perfectly capture Kim and Corey’s personalities and love for each other. Awesome work Callie!ReplyCancel

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