Patterned by the seasons – we are life moving with the choreography of nature, the gesture of time, the whim of space.
We are patterned by the seasons, our coming and going; life, inside and out; our nourishment; our slumber; our play.
It is that time when corn has turned to pumpkins, when the farmstands have become festive – the summer veggies disappearing one by one.
More than a few leaves have turned, but most are still green.
Autumn in its glory is on our doorstep.