Yesterday, the sun was out.
The wind had died down.
Fall colors were intense.
We took two long walks, the dogs and I.
Chipmunks were out, too, with their noisy chatter, teasing and scolding the dogs.
It was a great day to be outside!
I worked in the garden, pulling up some vines, moving some rocks and digging up a big patch of quack grass.
In a true optimistic spirit, I washed three loads of clothes, and hung two of them – all that would fit – on the line. Work slacks, long-sleeved shirts, socks, underwear, towels, washcloths, rags, one tablecloth and two sweaters. When they dried out in the sunshine, I’d bring them in and hang out the third load: sheets.
Things were still damp when we got back from our second walk, but close to dry.
I came inside and started supper.
Then the rain came, immediate and hard.
No warning to allow time for running out and snatching things from the line, to drape over chairs and curtain rods and drying racks.
Nothing to do but wait for the rain to stop.
It hasn’t, yet.
I look out occasionally to see the soggy dripping clothes. Work slacks, long-sleeved shirts, socks, underwear, towels, washcloths, rags, one tablecloth and two sweaters.
We are not venturing out into the cold and wet for a walk today.
Today, I’m in warm layers of T-shirts and sweats.
The oven is on: I just finished making granola. Cookies are going in next, to bring to work with me tomorrow. Soup is simmering on the stove.
It is a great day to be inside!