Falling into Autumn

Don’t you just love Fall!
Spring & Summer are great but there’s just something about Fall that’s lovely.
Crunch of crisp leaves, red, orange, yellow & brown earthy pallet of colours, cool fall air and the smells of Harvest with its baking & preserving. Yep definitely my favourite season.

But with the arrival of Fall we have to bid adieu to Summer and with it the end of the Farmers Market.
This Thursday is our last Farmers market for the season.

image

It’s been a great year with so many wonderful customers! I look forward to next years…though admittedly I am looking forward to the break from setting up my tent and being at the mercy of Mother Nature..(who I swear saved all her “colourful” weather for Thursday nights).
But all the same it was a wonderful summer, met some wonderful customers and worked beside some talented vendors and best of all got to watch my girls grow and experience the excitement of the weekly market.

As the saying goes, there is a season for everything and as we bid farewell to Summer with its outdoor markets we now move into Fall with its indoor venues and upcoming Christmas sales.

I’m especially looking forward to working on new inventory! So check back often as I start to showcase some new creations and post about my upcoming venues. It looks to be a busy & productive season.

So Hello Fall!

Cheers,
Amanda

“God’s art, My photos” (or) “Spiky Terror from above”

Today was a breezy fall day. . . .

I finished teaching at one of the many elementary schools that I work at.

Enthusiastically waved goodbye to happy little Japanese children and walked towards my car when “it” happened.

The little hill that my car was parked on has trees along both sides and a gorgeous view of the Japanese countryside.

I decided to take a moment and really soak in the beauty of God’s handiwork.

So, I paused on the hill, underneath nice shady trees to admire the golden rice fields and to feel the sun on my face.

Suddenly, a strong gust of fall air caused the trees to sway in the breeze and to release from the grip of their branches “tennis sized balls of spiky terror”.(see note 1) Continue reading ““God’s art, My photos” (or) “Spiky Terror from above””