I’ve never lived anywhere that didn’t have at least a
couple of seasons. Did spent a few months in Victoria, B.C. many years ago where
we had snow only once, and winter meant chill and rain. Anyway, I do like
changing seasons.
When the nights get significantly colder and the days have
a nip in the air, it’s time to put the garden to bed, draw in, make plans for
change.
I live outside less when it’s cold, but I still go for
walks and that’s important; I always feel better when I spend time outdoors,
even in the dire cold.
That time isn’t here yet, however.
I brought in all my tomatoes recently and picked some
herbs. I like to dry my own. There’s still carrots to dig. Harvest from my own
small garden tastes better than any other food.
What will this fall bring? I look forward to seeing my
grandson and hearing about his new school. I have a writing project close to
completion, and am working with my son, who will do the design of the book. I’ve
got several other writing projects in various stages and will decide which to
work on when.
My writing group is meeting soon after a summer hiatus. My
book club has had one meeting and another is coming up in October. We’ll go to
a pub and sample beer, talk about our favourite poets.
There’ll be movies and plays to see, friends and family to
visit with.
And lots of reading!
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