Something in me makes me want to prepare for winter, even in this temperate climate. I wish I had wood to chop, tomatoes to put by, windows to weatherize, chimneys to check. But I don't. We live in a small apartment in the city where nothing is left to us. I know it's indulgent to wish for all the hardships that winter brings, but I can't help but think it's what I need to feel satisfied with myself. My friend Kate one told me she could tell who I would like by finding out if they grew up having to prepare for cold weather. It's just this thing...
Anyway! Someday....someday. But now we live in Portland and needn't worry about dry wood, good boots and snow tires. It does lend a certain carefree feeling to fall, when you are left to search the streets for good coffee, unoccupied swings and plenty of dogs to say hello to.
So that's what Elinor and I did today.
We also made slow cooked bean stew, two loaves of bread, sugar cookies, a big pot of brown rice and plenty of coffee. Our own small preparations for the week.