There is something about September. I'd like to say that, after the summer, it is a more relaxed time. That's probably not really true. Depending on where you are, there is still much to harvest, made even more urgent by the chill of the nights and the knowing that the time left grows short. It's a gardener's roulette, impossible to predict which night will end the game. If it were August, I'd be covering my beds on nights like these. Seemingly endless tarps, dragged on at night, and off each morning when the sun reaches the point above the trees where the plants will cook under the plastic. By this time in September, I stop doing that. Knowing that the end is in sight, somehow takes the pressure off. it
will be, what it will. It is beyond my control. I didn't always feel
that way. Ahead, there's the task of putting the summer's work to bed. But now, I take what I can of what remains. (I feel a bit differently about the apples, they are just starting, another story.)
C and I agreed that Sunday, we would finally take the VW somewhere and do nothing. Wonderful! I packed cheese and bread, almonds, cider and some rosemary crusted ham in a cooler. Used to be, I'd have packed a bottle of wine. I threw some walking shoes, books, my knitting and a spindle into a bag. All for an afternoon, imagine. I figure that covered all possibilities, any whim. We headed for no place in particular, someplace out of the way, with as few people as possible and a bit of a beach. We'd know when we got there. We did.
Got my ten minutes in. I've been lax with my spindling. Funny how sometimes you don't know how much you miss doing something until you do it.









14 responses to “winding down”
So true all of it! We briefly went apple picking today and realized there were peaches out there too. Our bag was full of apples so I used the next best thing- my largish shirt turned into a pocket to hold 3 pounds of fragrant yellow peaches. Thank God for higher waisted pants. I adore that photo of you spindling in the breeze!
Sounds like a wonderful afternoon.
Your Sunday sounds wonderful!
DH would love that picnic menu. I must remember it, and plan such a day in mid-to-late October, when Louisiana weather becomes more tolerable. October is DH’s favorite month here – clear blue skies, just a hint of cooler weather to come.
Thank you for the inspiration!
That sounds idyllic, truly.
That is just the PERFECT day. Couldn’t get any better. Well, maybe with the wine. 🙂
Heh – I think I know exactly where you were. Wonderful spot.
What a great get-away. That looks like Owls Head Light. I love the little beach below it. How is the shawl coming along?
sounds like a heavenly day to me – and makes me want to go buy a ham to bake with rosemary crust 😉 – recipe??
Love the photos – you found a really perfect spot.
Yes, different rhythms, different goals. Your lunch sounds European. *sigh*
Lovely – and name “Owls Head Light” makes it all the more wonderful
Sounds like a wonderful day! I must remember to make a point of winding down sometime this month, and not get too caught up in the winding-up that needs to be done pre-winter…
Sounds like a perfect getaway. Do you have a Westie? what year is your VW? Ours is an ’80–the last of the air-cooleds. And as long as we’re not on a mountain road, it’s just right for spindling on the road.
I was just thinking about my spindle today. I don’t think I’ve used it since I got the wheel.
(Except for that once when I had to use if for plying, since I had foolishly filled ALL my bobbins with singles…)
Looks like a perfect spot for a picnic.