around the kitchen table (and a bit beyond)

cheerios

pie baking

brushes

flowers table

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cozy

woolens pumpkins

mantle collage

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The kitchen table has seen much activity this month besides just the everyday meals
there have been transitions and adjustments, oldest son home to visit, youngest son off to North Carolina to attend grad school
two apple pies baked
warm woolens have been brought down from the attic (we may actually see some snow this coming weekend)
painting my own backdrops for still life photos
lots of photo editing
first fire in the fireplace
first loaf of bread baked

fall decorations on the mantle
the usual cups of coffee in the morning
tea in the afternoon
along with much discussion regarding politics, Isis and ebola
and then there was the pumpkin carving, roasting seeds
and general clowning around that followed

now that my son has returned to “The Buckeye State”
it is time for me to get back into my schedule
I have been a bit absent from the blogosphere lately.

around the kitchen table

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blue morning

pumpkin donut muffins

Perhaps the World Ends Here
~ Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

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This poem really got me thinking just how much life goes on around a kitchen table…some of my fondest memories growing up in my parent’s kitchen and now here in my own home. I’ve been trying to think of a photo project to work on this year and I think this just may be it – “Around the Kitchen Table” With fall coming on and the days getting shorter (and colder), I think this could be fun.

And another photo project just came my way over the weekend. I’ve been invited to be a regular contributor on one of my favorite photography sites – MONOCHROMIA. I’m very excited to be part of this fantastic team of photographers and look forward to learning a lot from them. I will be posting over there every Sunday and I hope you will stop by and say hello!

And lastly, if you would like the recipe for the delicious Pumpkin Donut Muffins here on my kitchen table, click HERE

here and now

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are you my mother?

the pickins' are good

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small details

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broken

dear spring
though you were a bit late to the party this year
you have certainly made up for lost time
thank you for all this new life
and wonderful goodness
as we head into the summer!