…mostly at my desk designing…then printing…then tweaking…then printing…then trying out…then tweaking…
But around and in-between, living out my autumn mornings and afternoons and evenings in less a schedule than a rhythm…breathing out and breathing in. I watch the hummingbirds at feeder and flower, take a bath watching the sun set, read another chapter of my book on the porch bed…breathing in.
Design another bit of my Daybook, chop some garden peppers for the freezer, wash some of the piled up dishes in the sink…breathing out. It makes for a goodly sort of net.
But it is that time of year, and paper and pencil and some sort of lovely schedule-to-be are singing their siren call, which I can sometimes hear over the growing cricket chorus in the fields….