Every morning my email is filled with messages from my favorite retailers reminding me that it will soon be autumn. “Check out our patterns, fabric, and kits,” they say. “Get ready to decorate for the season. Oh! And did we mention that Christmas is coming?” It doesn’t bother me in the least. I love it. On the other hand, I’m still working on the Halloween and Christmas quilts I started two years ago, and I have yet to be tempted by their marketing ploys.
Well, the suggestion of autumn seemed unbelievable as we struggled in the heat. This week, though, there’s been a change. It turned cooler last weekend with scattered showers. It rained a little here at Gilbert. Monday night I traded my summer nightie for my summer pajamas. We slept under a blanket with a quilt over our feet. Tuesday morning the low was 54 degrees – foggy and drizzly. Today (forenoon) it’s not yet 70 with a cold wind a-blowin'. I may have to change into a warmer shirt and jeans! I guess it's a good day to work on that Halloween quilt.
I haven’t cycled for several years, but last week Mike brought my little Trek mountain bike here to Gilbert and we’ve been making some short rides together at a slow pace. I carry my bike on the 4-wheeler to the top of Plank’s Pitch and wait for Mike to join me. Today was our fourth day out and we went two hills farther. Oh! And little Bess runs beside us all the way.
I know the garden wasn’t really happy in the heat, but I have to wonder about the effect of this cool weather. The cherries and raspberries are past. I’ve picked four or five zucchini. We had a delicious vine-ripened tomato in last night’s green salad and I have another small one for our lunch sandwiches. I wish those green tomatoes would hurry and ripen.
I’m illustrating here with pictures of whitetail deer in the north field. They seem to abound this year. Mike counted 14 before he reached the top of the Gilbert Grade last week. And it seems to me we've seen more bucks. In this last set, you see a buck under an apple tree in the lane. In the photo on the right, he stands on his hind legs to reach the apples. I've never paid much attention to that tree, but I noticed recently that the apples have a pointed end -- are oval rather than round. KW