Summer gave way to a not-unwelcome taste of fall this weekend: cool, gray, rainy. I quite liked it. I like the occasional weekend when staying home and sacking out comfortably on the couch with a Goth or two is the only reasonable, logical thing to do.
Summer isn’t as varied on the bay as are spring and fall. That isn’t to say there aren’t nifty creatures to see: goslings and ducklings and young rabbits and muskrats growing up, swallows and goldfinches and noisy gulls. The pair of green herons is still hanging around, as is a belted kingfisher; they’re shy, though, so I don’t see them every time I go out. I’ve heard killdeer, too, but not managed to see one.
Down the street from where I live dwells a brown-point Siamese with bright blue eyes and oddly crinkled ears who has decided I’m a friend and will come out to meet me of an afternoon. Crinkle-ears has a blue-eyed, normal-eared, brown-point sibling, but sibling is not as forthcoming.
Amusing sequelae to walking to work: my right arm faces east in the morning as I walk north, and west in the afternoon as I walk south, so it has tanned several shades darker than my left arm, and freckled up near the shoulder to boot.
We’ve gotten used to the CSA, though I think we’ll have an easier time of it next year (and we’ll be re-upping, yes we will). I’ve barely stayed ahead of the bounty some weeks, but I’m learning, and I’ll be better prepared next year. I certainly can’t complain about variety or quality. What we’ve gotten has been outstanding. Last box’s watermelon was a dream, and the little canteloupe-y melons weren’t far behind. I dig the edamame we’ve had lately, too; perhaps over the winter I’ll have to start buying that from the little Oriental grocery.
The condo we rented in Fairfax had its admirable qualities, but performance in bad weather was not one of them. The wind used to find all sorts of hollow whatnots to howl noisily in, and one of our bedroom windows had a flat drip… drip… drip that was infuriating, especially at night. Our current apartment just lets the rain rattle kindly on the roof, as is right and proper.
I haven’t quite gotten over the thrill of being home again yet. I don’t mind that, not at all.
