puttering again

cosmos, curious cats & colours of autumn

It's windy this early morning. Pitch blackness outside my studio window which I have open a crack so that I can hear the wind. It's not quite 6am. I'll confess yesterday I did not rendezvous avec la Beast Rouge and I did not accomplish nearly the amount of outside chores that were on Madam I's early morning task master list ... I got to puttering. You know how that goes, you spend an entire day busily puttering, yet at the end of the day you can't quite remember what it is you actually did. Sigh. It seems I spent yet another day camped out in non-urgent and unimportant, that fourth quadrant that it is my nature often, to gravitate to ... especially on the weekends.

I did take lots of photographs, I strolled around in our back petite forest collecting leaves of different shapes and vivid fall colours, I cooked squash and roasted cauliflower and potatoes with cumin and coriander, I made a plum crisp. I hung out towels and pillowcases on the line to dry in crisp fall sunshine, I swept and did dishes and I pruned houseplants (gerbera daisys and geraniums) newly arrived back inside from their summer home on our front porch. I picked cheery pink cosmos blossoms - a fall favourite of mine. I filled up the bird feeders with nijer seed and oiled black sunflower seeds and watched bluejays and chickadees and sweet tiny finches.

And in the evening Miss D and I watched the sun disappear across the harbour as we strolled along the gravel path heading home from our evening walk.