Saturday, September 26, 2015


Most any sane person would have spent the day entirely outdoors. How many more days will there be this year when the temperature climbs to 70 and the morning mist (lovely as it is)...

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... lifts to reveal a cornflower blue sky?

I do put in some good outdoor time. After breakfast...

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... and after a quick look at the flowers that truly make me smile (because, you know, it's September)...

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... I pop over to Snowdrop's home, where I find her freshly bathed...

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... and ready for our outing (and in the meantime, sneaking in one more fond caress of the queenly cat, who puts up with it, but only for one pat before scampering out of Snowdrop's reach)...

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... and the three of us -- my daughter, Snowdrop and I -- set out for the farmers market downtown.

It's a great walk there and back and of course, there's also the big walk around the Square itself, considerably slowed today to a mere crawl because the weather is so fine and there are so many of us out there, pawing at the vegetables and fruits.

Snowdrop smiles at all who throw a smile her way and so it is one big smile fest...


... and she is rewarded by her mom with a cracker, which she takes about twenty minutes to nibble on. (Her mom tells me Snowdrop prefers a rosemary one, but this is almost as good.)

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On the way home, she starts to doze off a little, which would have been ruinous for her "morning" nap, so to keep her awake, I take her out of the stroller and carry her home -- something that keeps her grinning endlessly (and keeps my arm muscles in good shape).

But in the afternoon, I stay inside the farmhouse. No excuses. I have to prime and then stain the porch doors. It's a tedious job and one fraught with dangers of the spill-streak type but what is curious to me is that in the end, the wood is a shade or two darker than that on the existing frames, even though I had stained those as well when I first moved in here now 4.5 years ago. Same wood, same stain, different result.

Ah well, you'd not notice it unless I point it out to you and in any case, aside from the final rub tomorrow (well, and the painting of the walls around it), the task is done and I am very happy about it, even as my outdoor time was less than I would have wished on such a beautiful day.

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And it really was a beautiful day.