Sunday

I am tempted to try out the furnace this morning. It is cold in the farmhouse! Not objectively cold (we're in the low 60sF, which is around 17C), but to a person who just went through a very warm summer, whose blood is used to coping with a strong sun, this feels like the depth of winter! (Fine, I exaggerate. But still...)

Once again, my morning walk is brief.

(Chickens come running: where have you been?? We're hungry! )

(late summer purple)

(one more...)

(and another!)

(Peaches, ripening all at once)

Once again I bake us a breakfast treat. Blueberry muffins this time.

And once again I stay sequestered in the house, finishing projects, and eventually preparing dinner for the young family. Shrimp and scallops over pasta -- one of the three dishes that I tend to rotate here on Sundays to keep everyone happy.

They are all here tonight, along with my daughter's friend from California. 

And here's a consequence of our weird weather: we eat inside. Labor Day weekend and we're eating inside because of the cold! 

Well, no matter. The spirits are high, the kids are bouncy. All is fine with our little world here in the cool depths of south central Wisconsin. 

Tomorrow, I fly out again. To another place that, unexpectedly, is going to get the same cold dip in the temperatures that we are experiencing right now. Ah well. I'll pack extra sweaters.