the first flavours of fall are beginning to fill the air. the leaves on my big shade tree behind the studio are turning orange and falling. my path between the house and studio is noisy with it's cover of dry leaves. the squirrels and the cats can do nothing silently now. there is a sharp crunchy sound with every movement as they race across the yard.
i am busy building quilts. and now, in the slightly cooler temperatures, it feels like i'm readying for the cold. although i'm in the quilts all year long and even in the choking heat of summer it doesn't seem out of place to be making them, they begin to feel cozier in the fall. my imagination gets busier these days. i can picture my busy little quilt studio as a farm kitchen, warmed by a stove, and with a woman sitting at a plank table piled in fabric scraps, as she fashions blankets to cover her family during winter.
i will cling to the ease of summer as long as i can, but today the air has begun to carry the stories of fall to me.