September tends to be a favorite month for many reasons, but it also has its moments when I want to clutch the best days and bottle them for the days that are far from the best. Yes, "the days grow short when you reach September."
It has been quiet here at the lake. And I confess, I've been a little stir crazy. After all, this one is a fine roommate but her conversational skills could use a little work.
As I mentioned in the last post, they tell me I will be getting a picc line to help alleviate a pseudomonas infection which is one step away from a virulent type of pneumonia. My family practice doc is now conferring with the infectious disease doc to be sure this is the way to go, and I'm OK with whatever they decide. I've done this before. I don't like it but it's what must be done. But it probably means staying put at home for much of the month, something that doesn't thrill me. Note to self: Keep picc line cords away from this one.
So, I decided I needed a road trip -- someplace that would be away from areas where Covid is picking up. I took off for a ride to the Stonehedge Fiber Mill. This route passes through some beautiful countryside with lots of stone homes and buildings like this one.
I am reminded of the lyrics in the song -- "When the autumn weather turns leaves to flame, one hasn't got time for the waiting game."
I missed the sign for the fiber mill but was happy to backtrack and make the turn!
I've written about this very tiny yarn shop and the mill before. They make beautiful Shepherd's Wool, which might be the softest I've ever worked with.
I left with a ball of roving for needle felting and continued on.
The countryside was spectacular, with scenes like this.
Perhaps the highlight was encountering this -- a glorious field of sunflowers. They were growing on a rolling hill and offered the most gorgeous swath of yellow.
No, I didn't go pick any. But I wanted to.
I also took a look last week at the Super Sturgeon Moon. My photos are terrible but here's the best of the lot..
I've been painting a bit. I'm rather pleased with this one of Paris' Place des Vosges and this will go in the fall sale.
This one, probably not.
I also did a few cards, including a whimsical bug...
....a flower girl...
....and some poppies.
I don't decorate much at the cottage for fall because most of my stuff is home and I refuse to buy more! But with the pine walls and all, it has a bit of a fall feel year round. A few pumpkins on the hutch shelf...
.... Some pine cone candle holders I brought from home because really, they belong here...
... and a few pumpkins on the mantel with my pine cone tree.
Rick is having a wonderful time on his journey, seeing old friends and making new ones. His newest pal came when his bike had a screw in the tire damaging the rim and he needed a ride. A guy not only helped him out but he turned out to be much like Rick -- a cross country skier, a cyclist and a GIS mapping person! All because he knocked on the door and asked for a ride.
My neighbors Jim and Kathy are wrapping their time at the lake too, and brought over some wonderful porch furniture for me! They will be so missed. They came over for some wine the other night and on my last night here went over to say goodbye and thank you for everything -- not just furniture or the cute tablecloths Kathy gave me. Thank you for everything over so many years of neighboring.
And, on one of those September days, my last here for a bit, I did a final swim. Cool water (not as much as I'd expected) but warm under the sun. The last swim is always a bit sad.
"Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September, November."
"And these few precious days I'll spend with you"
Rick will be home this week. The conversation will definitely improve.
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