Already now, even as July comes to a close, the nights are turning cooler and we often fall asleep with the aroma woodsmoke wafting through our open windows.
Our neighbors are "awayers" - summer residents who up stakes and depart for warmer climes after Labor Day. Joe and I are made of tougher stuff, at least to hear us tell it. We seldom turn on our heat before the temps drop below 60 inside the house. Being a native Mainer, Joe has taught me the value of lodging a resident cardigan in every room. But that's a topic for another day....
While working on these designs, I kept thinking of the unifying qualities of the yearly harvest, and how it has been celebrated by so many different cultures through the ages.
Whether in the clan, the tribe or the nation, or around the family dinner table, the harvest has always brought people together in a ritual festival of joy, gratitude and generosity.
I hope those qualities show in my fall jewelry, as I hear them singing in my heart.






