Hurrah for cooler weather! We had big, scary storms here on Saturday evening. Yet another huge limb from one of our trees came down. There was volatile weather all around our area – NYC had a tornado! That’s a rarity. Anyway, the storms finally cleared out all the oppressive humidity. Thank goodness.
Leaves are falling. Already. Yikes.
Readers of this blog know about my love for hot chocolate. I will admit that I’ve been pushing the boundaries of acceptable hot chocolate drinking weather. Somehow, the minute the yarn comes out, a signal is sent to my brain and I find myself craving a fix. Ghirardelli’s – Chocolate Mocha. Yummy.
The yarn? That’s an Obsession Scarf in the making. It’s autumn. Time for new scarves in the Etsy shop.
The perfect understated English title for a garden book: A Gentle Plea for Chaos, Reflections from an English Garden.
What can I say about the weekend? It was rather uneventful except for our trip to Urgent Care Saturday morning. It seems to be the year for tetanus shots here at the cottage. I gently urged Don to check our gutters as that big old storm was due later in the day. There he was, up on the roof, trying to clear one of the downspouts, when he cut his finger on a rusty piece of metal. We cleaned it out but after the sort of conversation that goes back and forth between “Do you think I really need to get a shot?” and “Maybe I should get a tetanus shot to be safe” we decided to err on the side of caution. (I had to get one earlier this year when I cut myself on the rusty wires on my old wicker rocker.)
We’re covered in that department for the next ten years.
On Friday we had to have the car inspected. We knew we had to get two new front tires. Then we crossed all our fingers and toes hoping that our almost 12 year old car would pass. After the tires were replaced, oil was changed and wiper blades were replaced – it passed. Sigh of relief.
More zinnias. Remember the spider web and the beautiful yellow and black garden spider of a few posts back? The day after I wrote about her, I went outside to see how she was doing. Gone. No trace of the web, no trace of her. When I initially searched for information about her, I read that these spiders set up a web and stayed there for a long time, unless a predator was nearby. So there must have been some sort of predator nearby. (I hope she didn’t think I was a predator!)
Anyway, I sort of miss her.
I picked up Riley’s ashes on Friday. More tears. I seem to cry most every day.
Have a Happy Monday.