From the bean of Green Bean.
It happens every year. The days get shorter. The sun slants lower, an amber haze lighting the spiderwebs. And I get the itch. . . to create.
I don't know if it is because the weather is colder and there's more time inside. If it is because the garden calls me less. Or maybe it is the brightness of the holidays bearing down on us. But every fall, without fail, I get crafty.
There are plenty of quiet evenings with knitting needles in hand but just as often, I decide I'm not going down alone. I bring the boys with me. Into the joyful mess of autumnal crafts.
We go for walks foraging. Unlike any other season, fall offers up art materials aplenty - colored leaves, acorns in all sizes, bare twigs, pine cones.
We dig through the craft bin at home - an old laundry basket where recyclables with that je ne sais qoui go.
We pull out the sewing kits, the felt and the fabric.
We invest in some new paint, markers and clay.
And then we get dirty . . . and joyful.
Happiest fall. The season of creation.