It is far too early for the rooster to crow, and truth be told too early for my eyes to be focused on this glowing screen, but my husband headed to Connecticut for the day and sometimes his 3am departure sets my own day into gear. Slowly. Writing a few things down is a good way to ease in.
Tomorrow we welcome November, which for us means packing away our simple collection of autumn decor. Once upon a time I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing until after Thanksgiving in late November, but here, things quickly begin to feel wintry. Not quite ready for Christmas magic and whimsy, but something in between. Window candles, extra twinkly lights, fresh greenery.
I’d intended to have materials delivered for the remaining four raised beds we’d like to add, but the sawmill never returned my call, and honestly I started to lose enthusiasm for the project this late in the season. Even if we didn’t get them built before snow, it would have been nice for them to overwinter alongside the existing garden beds. I bet their new coloring would have caught up to the patina of our current beds. Oh well, springtime it is.
There is something about that point in the season when you surrender. Maybe that’s what I love most of all. It’s not a feeling of defeat for me. I didn’t lose because every item on our winter prep list is not checked off. We simply give it our all until snow arrives, then the decision to stop is made for us. We don’t decide when the pace of our working season ends, snow does.
I let Scout out at 4:30. Normally the dogs know it’s not time to go out until light is in the sky, but elder privileges and all. Barefoot, I followed him. He went straight to the porch water bowl (indoor water is inferior in dog world), and I noticed he wasn’t able to drink the water despite his efforts. Frozen solid! My toes felt cold but not water-bowl-is-frozen cold. I checked the outdoor thermometer and it read 22ºF. Now he’s tucked onto his porch sheepskin and Mason is curled around my shoulders on the back of the couch. All 75 pounds of him. If you walked into the room right now, you’d think he was one of those full-animal fur stoles ladies once wore. Toasty, I suppose.
Well, I best get going. Need to add a few logs to the fire, then I’ll see what else the day might bring. Soon enough, the sun will crest over the eastern ridge.