Tucked up on the couch on a blustery day, tea at hand, blanket over feet. It's such a refreshing treat after the hussle and bustle and wonderful busyness of the summer.
I've had a hard time settling into a book over the past couple of weeks. I've begun several books just to find didn't feel right -- they weren't feeding my spirit at the place where it is now. Then after the 4th time round the bookshelf, I grabbed a favorite author, Barbara Kingsolver, and am happily ensconced in this book. Have you read it? Lots of good reviews.
Autumn is slowly (Thank you, Jesus) moving over Nova Scotia. We have cold mornings, warm days, and chilly evenings. The leaves have begun changing color in earnest: whereas a week ago, I found one or 2 trees changing, I'm aware of more and more on my daily drives home now. I find myself wondering what weekend would be best for the annual drive to the Valley for apple picking, corn maze and the sheer delight of the colors going down the other side of the mountain.
I also find my mind thinking of fall blankets and cushions. The blankets are well taken care of: I have a wonderful orange toned 100% wool throw that I found for a song at a yard sale a few years ago.
But I've no fall colored cushions. Not the end of the world, I realize. But I think about checking out our local Wicker Emporium to see if they have any cushion covers on sale. And I haven't been to Frenchies or The Daisy for a couple of weeks.
Hmmm! Sounds like a plan for the end of the work week!