For me, at least. Mr. Moon seems to have been very, very busy and is still off in the woods somewhere with Vergil, both of them working together to try to ensure a deer for the freezer for both families. Dear Vergil. Raised strictly vegetarian on mostly what his mama grew and now he wants good clean meat for his wife and himself and he has taken the hunting courses and is ready to go out and try for that doe.
Sorry, you vegetarians. I really am. But this is the reality in my family and it took me years to make my peace with and I have and yes, I eat meat, and there is none better for us than what comes from the woods.
Anyway, I did not leave the yard today- always a good day for me.
I washed clothes and hung sheets on the line and my bed is made up fresh and sweet and ready for us tonight. I watered my thirsty porch plants and cleaned out the chickens' water container. I got to talk to my oldest friend in the world and we laughed and we laughed and we talked about children and grandchildren and how our children's happiness is always going to be of utmost importance to us and that's just the way it is. While I was talking to her, Vergil and Mr. Moon showed up with the love seat and I told her, "Oh! My love couch is here!" and we laughed about that and Mr. Moon said, "Did you realize it has no legs?" and of course I said, "No," and he said, "It doesn't," and Mary Lane and I laughed about that and she said, "Where did you find this love couch?" and I told her the thrift store and we laughed some more.
Turns out it isn't supposed to have legs and there you go and la-di-dah. It is so comfortable and doesn't it look fine in my library?
Do you remember when Mr. Moon took me shopping for a chair or a love seat for that library in actual real furniture stores? If I had found one that day that I like half as much I would have bought it and paid at least four times what this one cost.
Can't you just see me lying across it and reading this winter with a little blanket over me? Can't you just see me snuggled up with grandchildren, reading books?
If I ever get a grandchild who likes books. Well, Gibson will let me read to him sometimes. I think I'm going to start paying Owen to let me read to him. The boy does appreciate cash.
I weeded a bit and contemplated what I need to plant for our winter garden. The lettuces, the arugula, the mustards, the collards, the carrots. I noticed that we must have left a few potatoes in the earth when we dug them earlier in the summer because I have several nice-looking potato vines. I wonder if they'll ripen before first frost?
The zinnias are making their last stand, we have at least one or two watermelons with the potential to actually grow to full size. That would be like a jewel in my crown. An emerald and ruby jewel. A sweet, delicious jewel.
I am about to go cut corn off the cob and saute onions and celery (lots of celery!) and make a corn and potato chowder/soup with some leftover broccoli thrown in for our supper. I made bread last night so we have that and it will be a perfect meal, I think. Soup and bread. Perfection and perfection. I might even make some poached pears with a little blue cheese and toasted pecans. Would that be too much?
We can call it dessert.
And I think we shall.
The kitchen is calling. So is Netflix. Hell, I can even hear the slightest murmur of beckoning from the bed with its clean, unwrinkled sheets, its puffed-up pillows.
Now if my husband will only come home from the woods, all will be as fine as it can be.
I feel certain he will.
Let us celebrate the small and finest things.