I know it’s been fall for several weeks now, but really, here in my corner of PA, fall doesn’t set in really hard until right about now.
So how do I know it’s really fall?
Daylight Time change.
More leaves on the ground than on the trees.
I need a jacket.
TERRY needs a jacket.
The raspberry garden is done. We ate the last ones two days ago.
Terry lit the oil stove that heats our living room and most of the rest of the house.
We keep our bedroom doors closed during the day. Don’t need them heated.
I’m now using my puffy bedspread and a heavy afghan. You’ll know it’s winter when I tell you I’ve put on my heated mattress pad and brought my down comforter up from basement storage. Two comforters? Well, sure! Why not? I’ll be twice as comforted 🙂
Frost on the punkins–and the cars.
Dozens of flocks of geese and other birds arrowing south.
Winter squash is abundant. There’s a produce stand near us that has Hubbard squash. It’s tempting–best squash there is–but they’re much too big for just the two of us.
I’ve just about finished switching out my closet from short sleeves to long, light fabrics to heavier, dresser drawers from short-sleeve tees to long sleeves, and the sweaters are coming out.
I’m thinking about my Thanksgiving menu. I’m well enough, strong enough, to do it here this year, I think. We’ll find out.
I am thankful that, for the first time in 2 1/2 years, I am relatively pain free. I can do most of the housework, the laundry, and the cooking again. Terry still cooks on Wednesday and Thursday, because I work until 5 those days and he’s happy to have supper ready when I get home.
You know, even as I write, I realize how thankful I am. Just thankful in general. We are blessed in so many ways.
Happy Sunday to all of you. I hope you’ll be in church somewhere today, a church where God’s Word is central.