The big quilt is on the bed!!!! lol (Boy--this picture is dark).
This morning, the dew on the kale and chard and chickweed I picked for the girls was freezing cold. Not frozen (that's winter) but autumn-y cold. On my bare hands. I did have gloves in my pocket, but didn't want to get them wet.
It was only about 39 last night, not cold enough to freeze anything. I think it's the garden gods giving me one more chance to get more things in, like the green tomatoes and the parsley. I could be wrong. The temperature predictions show a warming trend, with temps up in the 70's again tomorrow. Theoretically, temps like that, mixed with a little sun, could ripen tomatoes and green beans both. Theoretically.
Anyone who farms or gardens knows that this time of year, anything could happen. We could move into an Indian summer or be plunged into the depths of winter. The jury seems to be conflicted on whether it is going to be a harsh winter or another mild one like last year. Here's the secret of weather forecasting: Nobody knows diddly squat, really. And they never will. LOL I like the "Hillbilly Weather Forecaster"--a piece of string attached to a stick. Instructions read:
1. Take out of bag.
2. Put stick out open window.
3. If the string moves around some, it's breeezy.
4.If it moves a LOT, it's windy.
5. If it's wet, it's raining.
6. If it looks the same as when you took it out of the bag, it's nice.
I'm in rare form this morning, aren't I ?? I did get some rest yesterday and ran a few errands and had lunch with a friend. I need to call about the pears and see if today is a good day to come get some...and I am dragging my feet. I have housework to do. I am dragging my feet. I have bookkeeping to do...I am REALLY dragging my feet. Fear of economic insecurity has a hold on me today and last night and I cannot seem to shake it. Someone (who shall remain nameless) got a little loose with the debit card this past week and I am afraid to look and see how bad it might be. We live SO close to the crease in this house...it doesn't take much to throw us off. It will be what it will be, to paraphrase my nephew on his way to court yesterday morning. And we'll cinch the belt tighter and stay home more and do what we have to do to get by. And we'll make it--we always do. But I tend to get a little goosey in the middle of it all. Of course we just had to pay property taxes the past 2 months, so that has put another stranglehold on things, making it even worse. But pay them we did--on time even. I need to get better about putting a little money aside every month to pay them, but I never seem to have extra. Oh well. It is what it is. And we won't go hungry, that's for sure. lol And we have plenty of oil lamps if they turn off the lights (they won't). And we do have an alternative heat source if we have to use it (we might). And, and, and....I need to remember that for right now, everything is okay. I think.
Alright. What is it I ALWAYS say to people in crisis? Most of the things we worry about never come to pass. Get out of your head. Take an action--change a feeling.
Someone I love dearly (Mary) once said (and I have this on a note, taped to my desk) :
"Life comes at us like a sledgehammer sometimes. No time to duck."
That's just how it is. Need to look on the sunny side...or I might be swallowed up. :)
I'll get dressed, call about pears and stop and get some honey with my "mad money" that's hidden in my wallet., from the Woodburn Country Store. It's just up the road. On the way to the pears.
Have the grandest day ever, campers. I'm going to. (I think). lol