Time To Get Out The Goodwill Cashmere

Would you look at that sky? I know I post too many pictures of the banana leaves and the shadows they cast on each other, but the way the light filters through them, giving them a glory is one of my favorite things. 

It was so cool when I woke up this morning. It didn't get up to fifty degrees on the back porch until around ten so yes- fall is here! For now, at least. I took a good walk and barely even broke a sweat. That was so nice. I really, really wanted to take a picture of Harvey's yard. He's got a whole new arrangement thing going. He's got the cross that he made which says something about Jesus written in red on it with at least a dozen folding chairs sitting in two rows so that they are all facing the cross and in the middle of the rows, is a small table with some plants and a palm leaf and some other...thing? on it. I need to look more carefully. Another art installation. 

Meanwhile, Dracula is still on his back with a golf club on his chest and there's a wine bottle alongside him. 

There's a guy I see often at Harvey's and also, walking by my house on his way there. He walks and he walks and he walks. Sometimes he has a towel on his head. I always say, "Good morning!" or "Hello!" when I cross his path but he never acknowledges me in the least. Sometimes he mutters to himself as he travels down the sidewalk. I suppose I could feel a little discomfited by him but I have seen so many different sorts of souls here in Lloyd that I really don't. 

The four roof men were here when I got up, working away on the old barn. They were all wearing long pants and hoodies. I suppose that they are so used to intense heat that weather this cool feels frigid to them. I cannot imagine how much they must suffer working on roofs in hundred degree temperatures. Well, bless them. They finished up this afternoon and I suppose that our time together is over. I'd bet you a million dollars that they noticed and thought of me far less than I noticed and thought of them. And I will think of them every time I see my roof. 

Mr. Moon is way up in North Dakota. The other men who are joining him and his buddy flew in to meet them this afternoon and now they will all drive into Canada together. I suspect another vehicle will be rented. They all have a lot of gear and then there's the dog. Oh, those fellas! 

I did a little more work in front of the fence today. I just cannot do more than an hour or so on my knees. I don't think that the walking helps with that situation. Perhaps eventually it will but at this point, it seems to make it worse. But hell, slowly, slowly. 

I had one of those moments of rare and complete contentment today when I was hanging laundry on the line. It was a moment where everything comes together perfectly to fill your soul with very quiet joy. The air, the light, the trees, my house, my cat, the way the just-washed blankets and clothes looked in the sun as the breeze gave them life- all of it. 
And I thought, "I am happy." 
Such simplicity. Such a complete embracing of my life at that moment. 

All right. I suppose that's enough for tonight. I did think this morning as I ate my cottage cheese, pineapple, and banana that although it was palatable, it was not actually enjoyable. But hell. I'm not in a war zone and the breakfast was sustaining and absolutely fine. 

And oh! Look at what I found when I was taking that picture of the bananas- 

Yes. Our one yearly blossom which always appears at this time of year. More beauty. 

And. This. 

I suppose I do have to admit that my husband has a point about the crookedness of my rows. 

Oh well. 

The greens that grow in that far-from-straight row will eat just as good as what would grow from one that was arrow-true. 

Love...Ms. Moon