After a day like this, I need a vacation!
If asked what took up most of the waking hours, I would have to admit it -- staring at the computer. Things had piled up. Emails, comments, transactions -- all of it, right there in front of me, keeping me glued to the kitchen table from breakfast until evening.
The flood of internet activity couldn't have come at a better time: it was the first of the suddenly cold days and I think it really gripped us all by the gut. That cold?! So soon?! Not only did I stay indoors, but I even turned on the heat. Fifty degrees outside is tolerable, but that translates to sixty inside, which is just a tad too cool for my summer warmed bones.
Breakfast was indoors.
(a fake grin, but a sincere good mood)
I have a few photos for you: of cheepers anxious for their daily allotment of stale bread and granola bits.
Of the pretty fall colors in the garden.
Of just 0.005 % of the tomatoes we picked today.
Of the market beans I bought when Ed and I went to our late afternoon local farmers market. (Because they're so perfect. I mean, what beans are that neatly formed?)
Of our beloved farmhouse.
I do not have photos of our tennis game, which hands down was the worst I played this summer (I blame it on the fact that I forgot my shoes and thus had to run in stocking feet, so to speak.) Nor of the meeting we attended this evening, for which I once again felt compelled to prepare a citizen's opinion on the matter of development that produces run off into our lakes. (It being Madison, we listened as well to arguments in favor of growing hemp instead of building more houses and, too, a professor assuring us that sperm count is on the decline so we should plan for smaller growth henceforth.) It just wasn't a photogenic opportunity.
Days fly, really they do. I thought they'd crawl in a delightfully slow fashion once I stopped teaching, but they don't do that. It's okay. I'm used to flying. Like it or not, we all have to fly to get to interesting places.
If asked what took up most of the waking hours, I would have to admit it -- staring at the computer. Things had piled up. Emails, comments, transactions -- all of it, right there in front of me, keeping me glued to the kitchen table from breakfast until evening.
The flood of internet activity couldn't have come at a better time: it was the first of the suddenly cold days and I think it really gripped us all by the gut. That cold?! So soon?! Not only did I stay indoors, but I even turned on the heat. Fifty degrees outside is tolerable, but that translates to sixty inside, which is just a tad too cool for my summer warmed bones.
Breakfast was indoors.
(a fake grin, but a sincere good mood)
I have a few photos for you: of cheepers anxious for their daily allotment of stale bread and granola bits.
Of the pretty fall colors in the garden.
Of just 0.005 % of the tomatoes we picked today.
Of the market beans I bought when Ed and I went to our late afternoon local farmers market. (Because they're so perfect. I mean, what beans are that neatly formed?)
Of our beloved farmhouse.
I do not have photos of our tennis game, which hands down was the worst I played this summer (I blame it on the fact that I forgot my shoes and thus had to run in stocking feet, so to speak.) Nor of the meeting we attended this evening, for which I once again felt compelled to prepare a citizen's opinion on the matter of development that produces run off into our lakes. (It being Madison, we listened as well to arguments in favor of growing hemp instead of building more houses and, too, a professor assuring us that sperm count is on the decline so we should plan for smaller growth henceforth.) It just wasn't a photogenic opportunity.
Days fly, really they do. I thought they'd crawl in a delightfully slow fashion once I stopped teaching, but they don't do that. It's okay. I'm used to flying. Like it or not, we all have to fly to get to interesting places.
Yesterday I listened to NPR in the car and the discussion was about, finally! -agricultural runoff feeding the giant algae blooms in the lakes. There will be a long road to improvement.
ReplyDeleteSo I thought of you and the opposition to developers, good luck with that. Scuttlebutt goes around here that pockets have been well lined and not with silk. More bulldozers arrive.
Good for you to keep trying to fend off the developers. Tennis in socks, really! Yes, time flies no matter how we live it!
ReplyDeleteThe garden - and the photos - still so beautiful. Here I think of yellow for Spring though - daffodils, wattle. Jean
ReplyDeleteI live in an area where the infrastructure is easily stretched to perilous places. My town's population hovers around 1,300. There's lots of undeveloped land that out-of-town and out-of-country investors want to develop. Thus far all planning has been dashed because there simply isn't enough water or anything for huge development. One developer purchased a huge parcel of land with the intention of more than doubling our population, which is downright silly. Plans included condos and townhouses - all not welcomed or reasonable. My property is safely tucked away and I dare say, any development won't happen in my lifetime - even if I should live to 100. :) We haven't even one stoplight and we all have the same phone exchange... and we like it like that.
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