Fall. Art. Friends.

I am trying to be consistent on my little blogspot -- mostly because as a creative and crazy busy mom of four the only thing I'm consistent about is falling into bed sometime after midnight. I have my little mid-week wonder feature, which will be ROASTED CAPRESE TOMATO SOUP, next week, though. This mid-week, I was sick and so was the kindergartner in my house. So, we'll have to wait for mid-week wonderment until next week.

TODAY IS ABOUT :

FALL.    ART.    FRIENDS.

1) Fall

Fall is an odd time because although it signals the waning of the year, the dying season, so to speak, it is energizing and beautiful and inspiring. Everyone gets cozy and into cooking stew. We get reorganized from the craziness of summer and reassert ourselves into something that looks like a schedule -- a back-to-school mentality.  So, our assignment.  Let's go breathe in fall -- take a walk and some photos. And bring back leaves.

2) Art

Then, do this exercise --it's fun. Courtesy of Blacksburg Belle.

 http://www.blacksburgbelle.com/?s=how+to+draw+a+fall+leaf&submit=Search



How to draw a fall leaf

Never-you-mind that you can't draw. That's not the point. The point is that when you attempt art, regardless of the outcome, you are participating in the CREATIVE PROCESS which is in every person's DNA -- embrace it  -- it's like taking vitamins or a big walk -- it's good for you.


3) Friends.

Have you ever been overwhelmed by the grace and commitment of a good friend? It seems that during this time of ingathering, coming home and taking stock of all that's important to us, our friends seems golden and special, like the brief hours of autumn sunshine that compel us to stand still and soak up because sunshine-time is fleeting. Make something with your little leaf drawing and give it away to someone you particularly appreciate.

Every year, autumn makes me think a bit on this famous poem by Robert Frost. It means more to me as I get older. It causes me to appreciate the green-gold of spring as well as the inspiring beauty of Autumn.

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.