Can we agree not only barefoot and shorts weather is over but even indoors without a sweater layer are behind us?
I’d add a photo here but Flickr is feeling fickle
so I can’t grab the code.
Back at home, the squirrels are hungry and eating their way into the composter. That must make for tiny stomach aches. The other composter is open but apparently pumpkin is passé now, or else they have to have whatever they can’t reach.
The Elmdale Tavern is changing hands. I thought I should capture for perpetuity their pickled cheese braids but alas, they’re already gone and gallon of pickled eggs is getting down to the last few too.
Speaking of food, I’m waiting for the last few minutes before the lentil tortiere is done and supper can begin.
All meals are time shifted these days. It seems not just meals. Garbage pick up and mail delivery all got bumped to a later schedule too. At some point it won’t matter when the day becomes 8 hours 42 1/2 minutes long. Most things will happen in the dark.
I have a backlog of notes of all the good goings on lately at 4 events in 4 days. I should make no promises so this doesn’t constitute one. But maybe I’ll get into those notes by Wednesday.
Quote: “We don’t make a photograph just with a camera, we bring to the act of photography all the books we have read, the movies we have seen, the music we have heard, the people we have loved.” — Ansel Adams [via, via]