I’ve been in heaven the last two days: Irene dragged the sweetest air of the summer behind her, and having taken down power at the office, allowed us to enjoy it.
This late August/early September air is evocative of the happiest times, something I don’t understand since it’s mostly associated with back-to-school, and I’ve hated school, well, forever.
I’ve managed to catch up with a lot of garden chores the last couple of days. I don’t mind the loss of income. I am happy to be here with Ron, Fluffles the cat and the gardens.