I have never paid much attention to wind before. It's windy? Oh, okay. I should probably tie my hair back. Pfft, wind forgotten.
But this Fall, it's on my mind all the time, and I swear we have had more than our share of fiercely windy days.
Wind gusts are important when I meet up with Snowdrop for our distanced, masked moments in her back yard. On these days, I bring her some art work, perhaps a sticker set, maybe some magnet toy. Most of the stuff scatters everywhere on a windy day. Worse, the blanket where she sits, even weighed down by her body and a dozen heavy rocks, just cannot stay down. It puffs and heaves and flips every which way and you're left wondering if perhaps this time around the wind really is stronger than us mere mortals on the ground.
Unfortunately, today is another windy day. Plenty of strong gusts! Ed and I have some light outdoor work, around the new front steps, and around the path to the new flower bed..
But we eat breakfast in the kitchen (sorry, cats).
And after, we switch to indoor projects. His is a huge monster of a project: replacing the water heater in the basement. It'll take days. He has said more than once that it's not going to be easy. Today, we only have to make do without water. Towards the completion of the job, as he manipulates gas pipes, we'll have to be without heat as well. We're both hoping there will be no major hiccups along the way. Complicated projects never fail to produce their share of unexpected snafus.
(geraniums, or technically pelargonia, now inside...)
My visit with Snowdrop is, well, windy!
She runs out defiantly. No jacket needed for this young one!
And immediately, she loses herself in a story. No one does this with greater ease than this little girl. In everything, she finds a tale.
I only read her one book. Within an hour, she is ready to go inside. I don't blame her -- I'm ready to be in a place with calm air and preferably some heating sources as well.
I do still have an errand to run -- to pick up the CSA veggie box for the week. It's in the neighborhood where Snowdrop and Sparrow used to go to school and after I stash the produce in the car, I take a little stroll here, wondering if I can somehow bridge in my mind that entire school period before all hell broke loose in March with the days we are living now. Sure, everything has changed, but these blocks that we walked so regularly, with all their fall colors - they are still there and they will be there next Fall, and the Fall after that.
You need reminders that even though much has changed, a lot more of life remains the same. We still love the same people, the same familiar spots, and at the end of the day, we still feel the comfort of the sweet smell of home.
