Where do the weeks go? They seem to slip by with such speed that I can barely recall one day from the next. Was it really a week ago that we rummaged through jumble at the village hall? Or ten days since one of our beloved hounds fell so ill we thought this was it, the very end (it wasn't by the way, but it scared us silly). Hours, days, weeks gone in the blink of an eye. Work and family visits and the first snuffles of Autumn. And my baby, well he's a boy now, with whom I can converse about all the important matters in the universe, such as why we eat chickens but not people. That was a tricky one.
I just wish I had time to slow down, to gather, and really take in what's happening around me. When did we get so busy? When did time start to move so fast? Remember when the summers dragged on and on in gloriously suspended time. When it felt like the sun would never go down and the warmth on our skin would never fade? I miss it.
Here is my attempt to capture a few moments...
We visited a local farm and added to the list of animals my son finds inexplicably terrifying. Pigs, llamas, Shetland ponies... the stuff of nightmares. (I really want to keep pigs though!)
In the garden, it's time to harvest the towering sunflowers for seeds for the birds to feast on over winter.
We spotted a magnificent Elephant Hawk-moth caterpillar munching through our poppies as quickly as they shed their seeds back into the earth. I'd never seen one before, and couldn't believe the size of the creature!
We thought we'd have a go at growing veg over the chill-some Winter months so in went cabbage, onions and peas, once we had said a very thankful goodbye to the french beans, pumpkins and squash plants which have proved so plentiful. Fingers crossed! I haven't had much luck with onions this year - a tiny crop of even tinier onions - so hopefully this attempt is a little more productive!
And that's another week gone by. How do you try and slow life down? Is it ever possible? I'd love to hear your thoughts!