I love the changing of the seasons. I love preparing for the onslaught of the cold, biting wind. I love filling my kitchen with the warm, toasty aromas of autumn. I love everything about this time of year. Almost.
It’s that daRn calendar again. That whole hiding-from-my-calendar trick didn’t work. (See: Hiding) It got me. And I swear I am officially saying NO to everything else. Everything.
Please, don’t peek into my laundry room. Or my kitchen. If you happen to drop by, you will be blindfolded and hastily escorted to my lovely dining room for a steamy cup of coffee and some sort of gooey baked goodness. Because at the moment, my dining room is the only room that is remotely presentable. And I am still blaming my calendar.
I find myself relishing every sacred moment of the cool autumn air that has at last made a radiant appearance. The trees are in full color and my coffee pot is working overtime.
However, in addition to my suffocating schedule, I have spent the bulk of my free time weather-proofing the house. As anyone who has ever lived in a turn-of-the-century home can vouch for, there are old windows to be cloaked in plastic, doors to be wrangled with weather stripping, holes to be perfectly patched, and on and on and on. And the windows… are gargantuan. Lovely and grand and so entirely huge! Just when I think I am almost done, I remember all the rooms I forgot.
My sweet hubby and I tackled a few of them together one evening. He measures. And measures. And measures. I eyeball. And estimate. And eyeball. And estimate. I appreciate his precision. He appreciates my free spirit. And we both agreed we could better express our appreciation for each other by not working together on the windows. Moving on.
My darling husband has been just as busy keeping up with the outside of the house and teh acreage despite the dwindling daylight hours. He’s a rock star.
And tomorrow is field trip Friday. One whole day to go exploring with my sweet angels, including the aforementioned hubby. There will be brownies and coffee and hiking along the river. (And my calendar is not invited.)
Love & Coffee.