October

John and I joined hands for life in October. It remains my favorite month, though the older I get, the more layers appear. Its beauty holds grief and yearning in greater measure now, its brilliance an exultant call of hope for the longer, quieter season ahead.

Even with snow outside our window, we're still bustling within, however, thanks to significant kitchen renovations currently being wrought by Grandma and Grandpa Owen. I'll share them when they're done, but, for now, here's October, minus the Hallowe'en costumes, for which I still have not taken snapshots. (Reference above: snow/winter/cold, i.e. Yes, I am wearing a bathrobe, hat, and fingerless mitts as I type.)