Fall is the season here for gold and purple blossoms.
My walk is filled with them and the butterflies are still heavily invested in the blossoms.
Oh, my heart.
Preserves made by Rebecca's own hand from fruit grown on her own piece of blessed heaven-dirt. And a snuggly blanket for the baby soon to come.
Now, you know- when I started blogging, I did not use my whole name and figured that most people would think "Ms. Moon" a pseudonym and I posted no pictures of myself or my house or anything which might identify me. I suppose I was worried that some evil person would hate me and find me and kill me or something. I don't know. Whatever.
And then, over the years, it became apparent to me that this attitude and this fear were ridiculous. We all relaxed a bit concerning crazed internet killers and now, when my friendships which have originated here become, either through actual meeting or the sending of words or tokens or homemade gifts or...well, anything sent through the mail- it seems all the more special and almost a sort of miracle. The miracle of us finding each other and becoming important in each others' lives. The miracle of caring and of being able to share deep hopes and dreams and fears and loves. The miracle of human connection which is now being made in this new, previously undreamed of way.
We take it all for granted now but honestly, it hasn't been that long since I got my first computer and began to use it for communication via email (dial-up! screech! screech, whistle, screech!). Not really that long. And then Hank encouraging me to start a blog. And then...and then.
And now. Preserves to eat and a blanket for the baby and all made with love. Some of the oldest technology used to make gifts have found their way to me through this whole internet thing and I cherish that with all of my heart.
So it's been a good day and I cleared that garden of weeds and that feels so good. Mr. Moon is going to till it after he finishes putting new brakes on a car. Or brake pads. Or something. It would be good to get it planted before the weekend when we are most likely going to get at least a lot of rain.
I am wondering what is going on in Cozumel. Are they tying things down and buying water and getting ready for the storm which surely seems to be coming their way?
May they all be safe.
Well, I need to get busy cooking our supper but first, here's a picture of my red passion flower with chickens in the background.
And the very last zinnia of the year.
It's a beauty.
Love to you all and thank you for being part of my world, my life, my heart.