We spent a peaceful Columbus Day in Arlington with my mom, basking in the most glorious late-summer weather by passing as much time outside as possible. What a lovely way to end an otherwise very wet and overcast season.
I realized recently that summers are probably ipso facto less crafty. Every available second is dedicated to the outdoors, and there is no energy left at the end of running, jumping, climbing days. But of course, nature provides for those who think on their feet. Lara and I did a little weaving with grass and sticks in between bursts of action and it was a wonderful stolen moment. I need to try to remember to keep looking for the make-able all around.