the calm

I needed sleep, Ed needed sleep. We reverted to our old schedule and both woke up satisfied. Well, eventually. Ed is still sleeping as if on boat duty: a few hours here, a few hours there. Awake at night, asleep in the morning. I don't wake him for breakfast. I turn on music, I bake muffins.

Personally I think his Circadian rhythm needs a little fine tuning. There are so few hours of light now and he spends them under a quilt. But, we're talking about a guy who has always loved the darker hours of the day. Perhaps it's a good match to his calm temperament. 

Morning animal duty is fairly straightforward so long as there isn't snow on the ground. Today we're having a burst of warm air and I don't even bother to put on a jacket.

Starting with the weekend, we're going down to the near freezing level and that is slated to stay with us every single day far into the future. It's an early start to winter! I am very glad that all my bulbs are in the ground.

The coming of winter... It happens fast. One day you're wondering if you should b ordering a Thanksgiving turkey and mulling over which size and which complicated potato dish to take on, and the next you're trying on the skates on grandkids and wondering if you still have it in you to skate on very slippery surfaces. 

At noon, I shout up to a still drowsy guy -- I'm going out for a walk. For me, it's now or never.

Wait for me!

I smile at that. However he has strayed from being my occasional traveling companion (remember those days?), he has never backed off from being my every-chance-we-can-get walking companion.

To the park!

(the underbrush is still green...)

And then it's time for me to pick up Snowdrop. A happy girl!

You sometimes take for granted that smile. I hope I never do.

(Definitely the last days of playing with the hose; we both got very wet in the process!)

Evening. Still not done with farmette chores. I sweep the porch roof, Ed mows down the maple leaves so that they mulch rather than kill all that grows in the front yard. I pick up CSA spinach, he's on a work call so I do the night run as well with the cheepers. We eat leftover frittata wedges.

Could an evening be any more beautiful?