if we had august in april, now we're having october in july. i half expect to smell burning leaves and hear honking geese. most of the birds are subdued, and the peepers have been frozen into silence. only the crows caw with vigor. this is their kind of weather.
the house feels lighter, freer, fresher. my current round of frenzied projects is winding to an end...i'd like to repaint and stencil my grandmother's old cupboard i now have in my kitchen. im thinking of painting it the color of the cabinets - which are a soft buttercream, and then stenciling ivy in dark blues and silver gray and white.
i settled on blue toile for the kitchen curtains, but im thinking i'll wait til fall to make them - sewing feels like something you do in the winter in place of gardening. and speaking of which, my son gave me a leg up with some of the yard work.
in terms of new space, plans proceed apace... nature does indeed abhor a vacuum. more convenient space, more accessible space, more welcoming space - not to mention cheaper space - has suddenly been plopped into my lap, and old friendships are reconfiguring into new patterns. i am starting to think the sacrifice has been well worth what i appear to be gaining.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.