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Summer is over
Sep. 6th, 2022 07:08 amWe might have technically hit first frost here last night, the lightest breath over heavy dew at 6am. We also might not. Nothing is obviously damaged, but then, frost doesn't show up as damage until things warm up anyhow. I hadn't brought much in; I think things will be ok but I will start bringing things in today. I may also light a bit of a fire since if I'm bringing things in I'm also bringing moisture in. Maybe I'll just turn on the electric heat.
Either way, this was a morning I got out of bed and put on, not an easy summer dress, but a wool long underwear set which is my chosen loungewear in winter. I have some apples to pump through the slow cooker, mexican cure vanilla bean out, madagascar bourbon (which is the "normal" vanilla bean) in, run the canner once, it's good.
Outside the geese are loud, they're flocking all together (this may be the first day they're all, all together this fall). They want breakfast but mostly they're just socializing, sorting out their interpersonal like the crush of kids all boiling around on the first day of school. Thea is standing bravely, not too close to the gate, but I see that no bears have been in through the fence last night. She's a very good dog.
Inside the cats are hangry or whatever it is that happens when it's cold out, I've just woken up, and their food dish is empty: Whiskey is leaping and spinning and clawing the stairs with his ears back, staring at the wall, and running back and forth. Every once in awhile he takes off to chase Demon, who mewls piteously and runs away.
I need to get the soap packed up and brought out to the storage container so I can start bringing in squash and seed cucumbers and green tomatoes on the shelving it occupies.
Edited to add: the thought of back-to-school is always accompanied by a particular scent memory, doesn't matter if I'm thinking about grade school or uni.
Either way, this was a morning I got out of bed and put on, not an easy summer dress, but a wool long underwear set which is my chosen loungewear in winter. I have some apples to pump through the slow cooker, mexican cure vanilla bean out, madagascar bourbon (which is the "normal" vanilla bean) in, run the canner once, it's good.
Outside the geese are loud, they're flocking all together (this may be the first day they're all, all together this fall). They want breakfast but mostly they're just socializing, sorting out their interpersonal like the crush of kids all boiling around on the first day of school. Thea is standing bravely, not too close to the gate, but I see that no bears have been in through the fence last night. She's a very good dog.
Inside the cats are hangry or whatever it is that happens when it's cold out, I've just woken up, and their food dish is empty: Whiskey is leaping and spinning and clawing the stairs with his ears back, staring at the wall, and running back and forth. Every once in awhile he takes off to chase Demon, who mewls piteously and runs away.
I need to get the soap packed up and brought out to the storage container so I can start bringing in squash and seed cucumbers and green tomatoes on the shelving it occupies.
Edited to add: the thought of back-to-school is always accompanied by a particular scent memory, doesn't matter if I'm thinking about grade school or uni.
