Fruited

These rich and beautiful apples appeared this summer, the first time the tree has borne fruit

since we moved in.

They are, as they ripen, being eaten and pecked by the birds and squirrels with whom we share our outdoor space, and though I dream of an apple gallette made with fruit from this

tree, I concede their need to be nourished is greater than mine:

I have a plethora of farmer's markets from which to choose:

their choices are not so generous!

Meyer lemon minis are sprouting and getting fat...

Figs, the favorite amongst our backyard breathren, two or three weeks away from

perfection:

alas, I will never know their sweetness - they belong to the jay who nests

in our trinity of palm trees stretching too far into the sky:

they make Anthony nervous (the trees, not the jays) -

they make me happy.

It is fruitful inside the house as well:

the studio time today yielded this bag which I had nearly finished before I left for

Minneapolis: it just needed color and a tidy stitch or two.

Speaking of tidy, there is something delicious and sexy about its compact design:

a bit bigger than the size of a cd

2 inches thick

perfectly symmetrical

capable of holding the perfect amount of things for

a farmer's market outing

hiking

biking

concerts

boardwalk jaunts

antiqueing

ice-cream runs

truck pulls

county fairs

state fairs

national museums...

This belt bag bears one of my favorite flowers:

the poppy.

Poppy is what my sister and I called our father (and still do!) growing up:

I cannot look at the flower without thinking of the man I so love

and look up to

which means a lot of fond wishes go right into the leather while I work,

delicately painting

thoughtfully stitching

musing on family and blessings...

Look for it in the Leather Shop

in the next little while!

Sending peaceful, gentle thoughts to you on this

Friday,

Allisunny