This morning: woke to a chilly house, the temperature outside below freezing. Sunlight slowly burned through fog, frost melted away.
Pulled on clothes, went downstairs to clean out stove. Came back upstairs, went up into the crawlspace for a bout of laying in more insulation and cleaning up mess left by workers unknown from years before my tenure here. On opening the ceiling hatch, cold air poured down into the living space, quickly driving home the vast difference between chilly and cold.
Later: having covered plants last night -- me apparently not completely ready to let go of what remains of the warm season -- I pulled covers off, the liberated plants immediately drinking up sunshine so abundant that the temperature shot from the freezing mark to 70 or higher in two short hours.
A leisurely hour at the dining room table. Two cups of espresso, two croissants, a glass of ice tea. Made more tea (solar style). Drank more.
Did a load of laundry. Did another. Sat on back stoop, enjoying temperature in the 70's, clothes on the line billowing gently before a breeze.
Got serious about relaxing, moved to an adirondack chair out on the hillside. Read, soaked up sunlight. Enjoyed the view, listened to soundtrack (goldfinches, the remaining crickets and their cousins, the occasional distant sound of a passing car on the two-lane down below in the valley).
The sun began drifting down behind trees, the air immediately turned chilly. Took in laundry, came inside.
I write this as daylight fades outside, lights come on inside the house, the evening lays ahead. Apart from making a meal, nothing even remotely strenuous is in the cards.
Sunday, Columbus Day weekend, 2006.
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Autumn view, northern Vermont:
España, te echo de menos.
rws 6:57 PM [+]
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