Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Coming of Fall

Here in the Pacific Northwest, we've had a generally cool and damp summer.  Just ask my tomato plants.  In fact, summer just really got started about three weeks ago. And now that the kids are back in school, we're having the warmest week of the year. Really, the warmest, like in the mid 90's.

The mornings are glorious, sunny and cool.  There's a little birdsong and squirrel chatter along with the rumble of school buses.  (Isn't it funny that school buses always rumble.  In my school days, they also rattled, but that's another whole story.)

The afternoons are warm, but in the shade, with a little breeze that whispers of fall, it's perfect for sitting outside, doing applique or maybe a binding.  I've been working on an applique project that seemed pretty basic at the outset.  It's taking way longer than I thought it would.  Yet there's something pretty special about sitting outside, working on a quilt in a comfy chair with a glass of iced tea close at hand.

When I look left, I see this.



When I look right, I see this.



When I look over the railing, I see this.




Then, sadly, I see this.




What was a fairly decent looking expanse of thriving lawn a couple of weeks ago has been invaded by moles.  Please trust me when I tell you that they are busy little guys.  Not to be outdone, our girl, Ella, has been trying to dig them up.  This does not improve the lawn.  It also does not improve the look of my carpets.  Unless, of course, dirty dog prints are in this year. (I'm guessing not so much.)


Ella approaches her work with single-minded energy.  One hole was so deep that I'm convinced that she's made reservations at the Beijing Hilton. She hasn't actually caught a mole yet, which I consider to be good news.  If Ella could just annoy them enough to move out, I'd be thrilled.




Toby is the ultimate supervisor.  He sits on the deck above, she digs.  He lays down on the deck, she chases around through the bushes.  He snores, she investigates.  He comments:


She swats him in the mouth with her tail.









The nice thing about hot days is that they melt into warm nights.  I do miss having it be light until 9pm; I like to sit out and read or sew.  Now comes the tough decision.  Do I come inside to sew or do I sit out and enjoy the last balmy nights of summer? 

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