kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

in the evening,
the crickets are singing again.
august makes violins of their tiny legs.
we throw open the windows at night
to hear the symphony.
there’s a sweetness on the air–
a coolness too,
that when inhaled,
fills the body
with all the promise of autumn.

Those few lines of poetry popped into my head the other night as I was laying down to sleep. I jotted them down in my phone, as not to forget them. I don’t write poetry very often anymore, which is a strange thing, considering that it used to be my life. I graduated college with a degree in English with a creative writing focus.

I used to live and breathe poetry, constantly reading & writing. I even had a few things published. I thought that I would be a poet when I grew up. But life had other plans for me, at least temporarily. Still, there are times when poetry floats up inside of me & aches to find its way out. The change of season is often one of those times.

These photographs are some snaps of our kitchen at the moment. I had just finished doing dishes. Matthew hung cayenne peppers over the sink to dry. There are wildflowers in the window sill, a sure sign of late summer if ever there were one.

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

kitchen in august // livelovesimple.com

I am equal parts devastated and thrilled that autumn is nearly upon us, but I don’t have the time or the energy to get into that now. Until next time. xo

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