Outside my window: The feeling in the air has definitely changed. Summer, officially, is a memory. Temperatures have dropped to the point of needing to turn on the furnace, the fireplace, the putting on of jackets and sweaters, and Friday morning's donning of winter running tights and gloves. It rained constantly last week in the valley, and the mountains are now covered in snow. Part of me likes the coziness of it all, but it seems a bit too abrupt of a change.
I am thankful for: the washing machine that has been my well used and sometimes taken for granted friend these almost twenty years now. It died on Saturday. It's been on it's way out. Keith, bless his heart, went and bought a fancy front loader (which is going to be a new experience) while I was out running errands. An unexpected expense, but glad to have it and glad we'll not be without a washer.
I am thinking: of the week ahead. Chores that I didn't get to on Saturday are calling my name. Namely the pears, the final garden harvest, the basement storage room.
In the kitchen: It's pumpkin this and pumpkin that these days, isn't it? Isaac begged me to make pumpkin muffins on Saturday morning which I was delighted to do. Then later on that afternoon, I made some yummy autumn-ish carrot spice cookies (both vegan style and both yum.) This morning, I knew I'd be taking over part of a dinner to our neighbors, (Mrs. C had surgery) so I made a double batch pumpkin chocolate chip cake as well as a huge bowl of chopped veggie salad for both our families. Jane, Gary, and Gary's sweet friend Ivana joined us around the table tonight, all of us enjoying Mama's home bottled spaghetti sauce with our pasta.
Around the house: Keith left to take Jane back to campus, Isaac's gone to bed, and Eliza is sitting here quietly next to me on the couch drawing away. Earlier this afternoon, this loveliness-