With everything that's been going on here recently, I haven't even mentioned the weather which has shifted into pure glory. The highs have been in the low to mid 80's, the lows at night are in the low 60's and even high 50's. If it meant never having to experience another hurricane or hurricane scare again in my life I would skip fall altogether but since that's not possible, I will graciously take the lower temperatures, the blue skies, the vibrant light of fall. There's a difference to the light these days. It's like the sun is not trying to kill us unlike what it does all summer. When I say (too frequently, I am sure) that the heat on a walk did not kill me, it's not much of a joke. It always seems like a possibility.
However, one day last week, and I don't remember which one it was, it got noticeably cooler as evening came on and when I checked the weather and saw that it was going to get down into the sixties, I opened the windows and doors and as always, I could feel the house breathe it's great sigh of relief as the air washed the walls and floors again. They've been open ever since and the silence which has replaced the sound of the air conditioner's constant chugging is so pleasant, so...peaceful, so full of bird song. Another indicator of fall.
I have not gotten out the duck yet. It is not cold, of course, although I will say that both Mr. Moon and I have been chilly enough to pull on garments with sleeves. But instead of the duck, I got out the mostly-down-and-a-tiny-bit-of-feathers-lighter-weight comforter which I got at Wag the Dog a few months ago and had washed and dried and stored away and it has been such a luxury to sleep under it. A perfect weight for these nights. Jack appreciates it too, sleeping next to me as he does. Last night I went to sleep scratching his chin. Every time I tried to pull my hand away he would tap-tap it, and I would resume the scratching but it got fainter and slower as I drifted into sleep and by then I think he was asleep too.
I have not been exactly slothful today but I have taken it very easy. I washed the sheets and hung them on the line with the rest of the laundry.
I watered plants and played musical pots with a few of them, transplanting one here, and then putting another in the now-empty pot. I sometimes remind myself of hermit crab swap meets where the crabs meet in large groups to trade shells that fit them better.
I got out the garden cart and picked up a few branches that had fallen in the few meager wind gusts we had the last few days. My god, we were lucky!
It is one of my most sacred and happy places.
Sigh. I miss that place so much. I know- I need to go visit again. I have been struggling so with anxiety but it's time for me to get over it, to just go. To sit on that dock at sunset, to swim in that beautiful, deep pool with the four lions spitting water. For those of you are new here, if you do a search of the blog for "Roseland" you can see what I'm talking about.