Looking out my window...
I see inky darkness. It's Saturday evening. Clouds marked the beginning of the day and by noon raindrops fell in plops. That's continued off and on, and now it's just on!
I am thinking...
about a movie/short series we recently watched. Vanishing Act is about an Australian woman who defrauded many people including family and close friends out of millions of dollars in a Ponzi scheme. I just can't imagine how anyone would treat their loved ones so cruelly.
I am thankful...
for a warm dry home.
I am wearing...
blue jeans, a red t-shirt, black cozy cardigan, socks, and pearl stud earrings.
I am listening to...
the soft patter of rain on the skylight, and gusts of wind curling around the corners of the house.
I am reading...
Charles Todd's A Pattern of Lies, a Bess Crawford mystery. In truth, I've not yet begun the novel as I just finished one yesterday. I'll be opening it as soon as this post is finished.
In my garden...
I saw a Varied Thrush hopping under the apple trees, looking for bugs to eat. He was there for quite some time.
I planted garlic this morning before the rain began and harvested leeks, carrots, and the last of the late radishes I'd planted. A few lingering roses were cut and brought in to enjoy. They don't last as long as the earlier blooms, but will fare better indoors than out in this damp weather.
In my kitchen...
the bowl of quince fruit given by a friend perfumes the air with its aroma. I plan to poach the quince halves in red wine and serve them with a dollop of something creamy - whipped cream with cream cheese, perhaps.
A moment from my day...
A little garden cleanup happened today. I was in a hurry to get indoors once the rain began, and noticed later that I'd neglected to put the sunflower stalks in the compost. I saw this scene from my kitchen window and went out on the covered patio to photograph it. There is still colour - the marigolds and cosmos, and the fading sunflower. Beauty even as the season of flowers ends.
Wishing you a lovely Sunday, be it wet or dry. (I believe ours will be very wet.)
Your home sounds cozy through and through: warm, dry, adorned with the color and cheeriness of late blooms, scented by quince, and a fresh read awaiting you! Sigh . . .
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