I seem to be feeling less wordy than usual of late which, while bad news for my novel, is okay in other areas of life.
Plans, such as they are, have really not stuck for me this month. For example, the above leaves? I had intended to rake up and bag this past Saturday. Which turned out to be misty, and drizzly and wet. While it is possible that they might have dried out sufficiently to bag them now, I think I’m going to give up on the idea and just shovel the soggy mess onto my veggie beds in preparation for winter.
Currently, the beds contain garlic cloves, patiently awaiting the spring, garlic cloves which sprouted because they couldn’t wait for spring, and my poor July brussel sprouts which in spite of their four-month tenure in the garden have yet to fruit thanks to our chipmunks, and their relentless zeal for stripping the poor sprouts straight down to the stems any time they show any sign of foliage.
Although I think it highly unlikely they’ll produce anything at this point, it seems such a shame to dig them up when they’ve tried for so long, and have actually managed small leaf crowns at this point. I’ll plant some more garlic (what? It’s for good measure; whoever heard of there being too much garlic?) and settle the soggy leaf-mass around the brussel sprouts and see what happens before the snow sets in.
This past week The Boy’s parents were visiting which was very nice for us, but not so nice for the kitties, who seem to feel that one visiting dog is acceptable, but two are right out. They spent most of the week cowering in our bedroom, poking small faces out only occasionally to erupt into furry puffballs that would hiss in angry fashion at their curious puppy visitors.
In the meantime, we humans spent much of the week eating, umm, maybe a little too much very tasty food, as well as making some inspiring progress on the house. (For example, we now have a doorbell!) I think the house updates deserve their own entry, however, so I’ll not say much about those here.
Sunday morning we started the fall’s first fire, and burned the wood from The Crappy Pseudo-Workbench that used to be in the garage. Lounging in front of the fire was the perfect way to ease into the dreary, drizzling morning, with toasty feet and sleepy conversation. Especially, as in my case, when accompanied by hot chocolate made from gifted Mexican chocolate (thanks Yau!) from many, many moons ago. Delicious.
After the fire was out, the kittens emerged, scampering merrily about the house to reclaim it, and viciously batting around a new catnip toy I made them as a consolation present. (Oh yes, there’s been knitting too. More on that in a future entry also, I guess?)
All in, a cozy time. Ahh, fall.