today was one thing only – a teething baby in a terrible amount of discomfort. everything else fell to the wayside. getting dressed, breakfast, lunch, chores…
today was the first time since she was born that there were no naps and no breastfeeding.
at 3 o’ clock, we had been inside for too long and nothing was working, so we walked.
and now it is 6, and she is asleep, finally, on her daddy, cheeks pink and forehead hotter than it should be.
the wind was knocking at us on the inside today, and wrapping us in gusts of dry air and leaves on our brief jaunt outside. a whisper, not so secret, that autumn is arriving. any day now.
a time for photographs, and i have photographs in mind. a project to start soon. a time for adjectives if there ever was one (but i’ve had quite enough of them from writers like Hardy, who assault the very things themselves). autumn is good as it is.
‘I have had too much
of apple picking; I am overtired
Of the the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
That struck the earth’
Robert Frost, ‘After Apple-Picking’