On Sunday we turned our clocks back an hour to mark the end of Daylight Saving Time. Even though we gained a precious hour of sleep on Sunday morning it’s not a transition that I particularly enjoy. Now that darkness moves in so much sooner I find myself craving a regular late afternoon tea break to get a little boost of energy for the evening. The sudden shift takes getting use to and I would be happy to do away with switching our clocks completely.
The nights are getting cooler but we have yet to experience a hard frost. The trees in our neighbourhood are covered in lovely yellow and red leaves. A quick stroll down to the lake gave me the chance to collect a handful of pretty leaves in the hopes of dipping them in beeswax and making a garland. The leave, however, were subsequently ripped into pieces and then spread around my home by my little ones. I think I have found most of the pieces. At least I take comfort in knowing there are still plenty of leaves outside for collecting.
My garden plants are still alive but it is time to pull out the tomatoes and peppers which are no longer ripening. I have been neglecting my yard and garden completely the last month. There simply has not been enough time. I am hoping, I think I am forever hoping, that we will find a more sustainable rhythm this month. It seems that if things go smoothly there are enough margins in the week for restful activities. Of course with three young children there are very few calm moments and so our weeks get filled with an assortment of events that were not predicted. For someone that enjoys rhythm and routine I am constantly feeling stretched beyond my comfort zone. Even though it can be challenging, I think that I am getting better with being in the moment.