Late August and the waning days of summer usher in a quieting of the heart.  Early mornings are wrapped in a thick layer of mist and I think about the old weather lore that promises a snowfall for every August fog. Should that be fulfilled Old Man Winter will come bearing an abundance of gifts!

But, summer is not over yet and our garden is still producing beautiful Amish paste and Brandywine tomatoes that are destined  for salsas, sauces and spicy chutney.  The pole beans, covered with blossoms will bear for us until frost takes them.  Many jars will line our pantry shelves and sustain us until we plant again. Winter squash lie nearly hidden in the grass and will bring their sweetness to our table through the many months of winter. 

This cottage, inconspicuous and ordinary to most, has become our home.  In a time of unexpected upheaval, it was here waiting for us. It stood out only in its obvious state of need.  We needed it and it needed us.  Is it strange to believe we become part of the memory of this cottage? To me it is not for we continue to journey together.  Each brush full of paint, each new strip of molding, each touch of my soul to its, has created something precious.  And the process continues.

This blog will touch on many topics, but all will revolve around this small home and our quiet life.  

Welcome to Foxaway Cottage.