Saturday, September 9, 2017

and it was Friday




Beef stew made earlier and set into the crock pot to simmer all afternoon, a leaf blower swooshed across the stone-paved patio to remove the daily accumulation of falling leaves, a fire started  to ward off the approaching chill that enabled us to remain barefooted  and in our summer clothes a bit longer, but only until grabbing a sweater became quite  necessary as darkness fell.



2 comments:

Hill upon Hill said...

We have a fire pit just like yours. We have enjoyed pizza nights around it with my daugthers' friends.

melissa said...

Love this. Just sweet home things. Makes me feel safe.

once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...