12 January 2011

When did we go...


...from the damp, earthy smell of fall rain...


Leaves sticking to the bottom of your shoes...


Crisp, biting wind tossing the changing trees back and forth under an electric blue sky...


A little knitting in stolen moments between grading and writing...


A puppy in motion,


... and a tabby decidedly not...


Pre-holiday baking, the heavy, starchy smell of flour filling the kitchen...


And pie crust, impossible as always...


To breaking of an entirely new year?

Here's to a more present and productive 2011.

-l.c.