Fall evenings have me starting a new practice of walking around the neighborhood before dinner. Streetlights coming on, crickets chirping, leaves crunching, someone has a fire going. Things look different in the evening than they do in the morning.
I went outside yesterday to deadhead and dry marigolds. Seeds to send to sisters plus some to keep for next year. These will likely come up again next year as volunteers, but best to be on the safe side.
More patches added to the jeans I made mini quilts on last year. I should get rid of them, but at this point it's a test to see just how many patches are too many.
Knitting continues on the fall poncho. I have 12 inches to go. It was too hot to wear it down in Arkansas so I didn't stress about trying to finish it.
I vacuumed the blinds today in preparation for the window cleaners who are coming next week. Clean, shiny windows make me very happy. Especially in the fall with the angle of the light in the evening. I also cleaned the top of a bookshelf that has not been dusted since I moved in.
I am doing all these things, but in my mind I am still hanging out with these knuckleheads. The pictures I love the best are the ones where they are not smiling perfectly. Where they each are doing something squirrel-y and sweet. Things that are so endearing I want to grab them close and squeeze them tight.