It wasn't raining this morning, so I went and foraged for a peck (how big is a peck?) of plums. Highly dangerous, due to the sloppy cowpats and rotting windfalls underfoot and the constant rain of little yellow "plums" from above.
The haul:
( It's a big pic! )
The haul:
( It's a big pic! )
Arriving home from CWIL (a (I think) record 13 in attendance and we critted widdershins) last night, I found the babysitter curled up on the sofa with a large white cat curled up beside her. Big's not done the snuggling the sitter routine for several months.
This morning the house is cold--cold enough to turn up the stove.
I hereby cut the ribbon, swing the old bottle of plonk, and declare this season of autumn open.