Taking advantage of this beautiful day to put some of the Brooklyn Backyard garden to sleep for the winter. Spent two hours gently digging up and separating and cleaning small oxalis bulbs. A very labor-intensive, though (for me) satisfying task that I do every fall. Repetitive, solitary, quiet with birds and rustling leaves.
And later on I intend to sit quietly and knit for an hour or two before Yom Kippur arrives this evening.
I think of those who use their hands and lovingly create amazing things for all to admire, use, taste, share.