Can you feel it?
Fall is on its merry way, and I couldn’t be happier.
I turned 36 this weekend, and I spent the day thinking about how fortunate I am at this point in my life, and I realized that unlike many people I know, I look forward to each birthday. Maybe it’s the time of year; my birthday means fall is coming. September is easily one of the most beautiful months. Or maybe it is the knowing that I got through another year on this crazy planet and came through it (hopefully) another year wiser. Either way I am happiest when the days get shorter and cooler and when the nights are crisp and long with the smell of fallen leaves and wood fires.
My truck full of rocks came and Paul spread them out over the culvert.
It still looks like a big old mess down by the stream thanks to all the rain we’ve gotten, but he drive the tractor over the new “bridge” several times and it is good and solid. We’ll be able to drive hay over it soon enough.
I haven’t spent too much time admiring it, though. Since there is still a large pile of brush in the stream next to it full of frogs I am wary of the snakes that surely infest it. We spotted one in the mud on Sunday, but couldn’t be sure if it was poisonous or not. I haven’t been down there since. Next weekend we’ll finish getting it all cleared out for the fences.
I ventured out Sunday and bought a couple of bottles of french wine in town and an assortment of cheeses and had a wonderful evening with the book club ladies. The perfect way to cap off a beautiful weekend.
My friend Jessie brought me this:
A cake with a Dr. Who Tardis on it, decorated by her very talented husband. Do they know me or what!
Even the weather has been in on the wonderful: it’s been much lower in humidity and temperature, making for lovely fall – ish days and nights.
The mums are blooming.
The persimmon tree is fruiting.
I think it’s about time for a mug of hot apple cider.
In my head, you turn 32 every year because that’s how old you were when we met.