How Time Does Fly...

Whether you're having fun or just way to busy to even think, it flies by. Where has my summer gone? I wasn't quite finished with it! I mean, I'm satisfied with what came out of it - tons of outside work, gardens, chickens, exercise, bronzing... but really, it could've lasted a bit longer for me. Haven't enjoyed just being for a summer like this last year in... well, maybe ever. It was glorious.

And now autumn is here. Or, rather, should be here. Doesn't feel much like it at all, does it? Is this what Indian Summer is like? I think so.

Thoughts! In list form!

Alas, tis too dry for bonfires.
Work is making a valiant effort to consume my soul.
Pretty excited that I get to have a Friday night next week.
Sold 9 dolls at the last ArtWalk!
Am battling the Time Zombies daily.
The chipper/shredder scares me. Which is unfortunate, since most of my outdoor plans hinge on utilizing it.
Chickens are fabulous creatures and I <3 them so much.
Zombie Walk! But I'm not really participating, merely observing. No time to get a costume together. *sadface*
Ran a race! A 5k race in 32 minutes! It was pretty awesome - talk about an adrenaline rush.
The Susan G. Komen Foundation apparently donates dollars to Planned Parenthood. This does not thrill me.

Now for zombies, corn maze and margaritas.

Moon-Lover by Robert William Service

II

I have a compact to commune
A monthly midnight with the Moon;
Into its face I stare and stare,
And find sweet understanding there.

As quiet as a toad I sit
And tell my tale of days to it;
The tessellated yarn I've spun
In thirty spells of star and sun.

And the Moon listens pensively,
As placid as a lamb to me;
Until I think there's just us two
In silver world of mist and dew.

In all of spangled space, but I
To stare moon-struck into the sky;
Of billion beings I alone
To praise the Moon as still as stone.

And seal a bond between us two,
Closer than mortal ever knew;
For as mute masses I intone
The Moon is mine and mine alone.

(full poem)

Lightning Man!

So one Wednesday evening at church, Melissa gave me a heads up about something her son, Parker, had up his sleeve. You see - her kids are crazy about superheroes. Seriously crazy about them - all of them. And they, being imaginative kids, create their own. Well, it seems Parker had created this beautiful masterpiece and dubbed him "Lightning Man."

And so, through various circumstances, he decided to ask me to help him make the costume. But, you see, Parker is pretty crazy shy. It took the poor kid all evening long to work up the courage to attempt to talk to me. Not even a regular conversation with him could draw out those words... He circled around the fellowship hall, getting ever closer and closer, and not able to do it. He even tried to write a note and pass it to me. Alas, no luck. So he followed me down the hallway to the church, still trying to ask. But by then I was surrounded by other intimidating adults! So I came back out to "get more water" and he managed to do it. He asked me to help him. And so, Wednesday night, we did. He even consented to let Christian, who was also already up at the church, give us a hand.

Perfection:

Dreaming of...

My Flock Grew Today

Breakfast

This:

Became this: