We have been at the bottom of a rabbit hole of fabulously mild weather for more almost two weeks. Trust me. I pay attention to these things. Like everybody else here in my neck of the woods because the weather – what it’s doing at any given moment – is a MAJOR topic of discussion.
We like to be On Top of It.
This morning, when I slipped out the back door with Tessa and Josephine, to oversee their first bathroom break and to ground myself in my first gathering of zen energy, I gambled on not needing anything heavier than the over-sized hooded sweatshirt and the handwoven wool scarf draped around my neck. A last minute fashion statement?
No. I like to be warm. All. The. Time.
Much to my surprise and quiet delight, the balmy air that greeted me was what I would consider to be a small miracle. It’s mid-November after all.
It was too late in the morning to see the stars — and overcast anyway. The first shift of school buses were ka-rooming around the corners of side streets and one of my neighbors was making some kind of racket that sounded like the banging of a metal can against something equally loud.
A weather reprieve today. Still time to rake leaves, clear drainpipes, walk into the village proper to Take Care of Some Things, and a few opportunities to work with Tessa out in the backyard.
We started yesterday with 10 minutes of me being the most compelling presence in Tessa’s world: I had the Treat Bag and she was eager to do everything in her power to Get Some of That.
Including a focused and sweet, right-on-the-money return when I said, “Tessa, come.”
It’s going to be another good day. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]