• Oh my heavens, it was cold on our morning walk! I think it must have been in the forties, though I didn’t stop to check my weather app. Anyway, I felt it. Such a cold morning given that the temperature is going to hit the eighties tomorrow and Sunday. But that’s autumn for you.

• This David phlox is still blooming in the big garden bed. I managed to click the shutter just as the white spider emerged. Great camouflage, wouldn’t you say?

• Don is playing his guitar as I write this. We had our second cup of coffee after the walk. Part of our little morning ritual involves an app Don has called Word of the Day. We look at the word, think about it, and then I will say what I think it means, and Don will say what he thinks it means. We’re usually right, but sometimes we are completely wrong, or one of us will say we have no idea what it means. I have come to realize that there are a few words I routinely read that I assume I know the meaning of, but in reality, I don’t.

Then we read a bit from Samuel Pepys diary. Pepys, in case you’re unfamiliar with him, lived in London in the 17th Century. He kept a diary over the course of 10 years. It tells us a great deal about daily life in the city, as well as the Great Fire of London, which Pepys witnessed. He was an administrator for the navy and, eventually, a member of Parliament. He kept the diary from 1660 to 1669. We have the volume for 1660, so we have started reading it aloud to each other. We just started doing that this week.

Yes, we’re nerds.

• Huzzah! My monstera is growing another shoot! That makes seven in the last two months. So proud of my once-abandoned baby.

• I head for the miniature show tomorrow. I briefly debated whether to go or not, but it’s always inspiring and I can use some inspiration. I shall be back into the dollhouses come winter, so any and all inspiration is welcome.

But it will be a long day because it takes over 2 hours to get there. Don and I were talking about it this morning and I said it’s the only miniature show I go to and that there’s a big one in Philadelphia in November, but I never seem to get there. He said he’d go with me! I didn’t even ask him! Bless his heart, it would be much easier with him along for the ride.

How did I get so lucky? I thank God for that man on a daily basis.

I’ll post tomorrow if I have time, but if I don’t, it’s because I have to get on the road early in the morning.

Happy Friday.