LAST VESTIGES + SLOW REMEMBERINGS

 
hand knitted sweater wool and cotton by samantha spigos

Ohio is about to kick off October with 90-degree weather. My sweaters and jeans loving heart is downtrodden, but what’s the use in wishing away days? This is something Mark and I have really been working on — failing, sometimes flailing, but hopefully Getting There: accepting Monday thru Thursday as four days worth celebrating, rather than bemoaning that they are not Friday thru Sunday. Can I submit something else to you? I am so tired. My body is bent and my brain is foggy. I am in love with my children and my life—incredibly so—and yet, this particular stage of parenting is painfully demanding. I went on medication for postpartum depression a few weeks ago and I start therapy in a week, in no small part thanks to my husband, my sisters, my brother-in-law, and my mom for encouraging me; for buoying me when I was sinking. Wanting to share more on that but not feeling particularly graceful with pen or keyboard, allow me to simply leave it there for now.

children window montessori waldorf by samantha spigos
dusk in autumn by samantha spigos

Other goings on include, but are certainly not limited to, frequent and dusty visits to the park and her ball fields, wiling away the afternoons on child-sized chairs whilst coloring with my daughter, knitting my first adult sweater in a climate beneficial cotton / wool blend yarn (a slow process that feels good in every way), and making as many iced coffees as I can before the weather demands Hot, Hot, Hot of my mug. I am remembering that Autumn is, above all, the season of shifting, and a good book helps.

How about you — What are you remembering about this season? What vestiges are holding on?

woman holding iced coffee by samantha spigos

—S