Well, it’s August. And it’s cold. The last few days we’ve been waking up to temperatures in the 50s, and I sleep with the heavy comforter on top of me because otherwise I freeze. I’m horribly bad about storing away my knits for the winter, mostly because there are days like today where I want to wrap myself up in something warm and comforting. I’ve grabbed my Vernal Equinox shawl from the closet, and I’m about ready to go put a pair of wool socks on my toes. Next I want a warm cup of tea in my hands to warm up my fingers, and for lunch I want a delicious bowl of warm soup and a fresh-from-the-oven loaf of bread.
This summer in general has been somewhat cool feeling. We had a few bouts of 90 degrees but the rest has been pretty mild. Not warm enough to want to go to the pool to cool off, that’s for sure.
We’ve been incredibly lazy this summer (outside of work). There haven’t been any big adventures, nor have there been any kind of sight-seeing of new places. It’s been a lot of hanging out at home, maybe cooking dinner (and mostly not), and taking a few trips to the library to pick up books that we never end up finishing. And picking food out of the garden. We’ve had more zucchini than I can count, and our tomatoes are finally starting to ripen. Before too long I might have to take a vacation day from work just so I can get everything canned up. I’ve knit and knit and knit some more, and cast on more projects than I’d like to admit (none of them are finished, as you might imagine).
There are days I wish for this kind of relaxed life, but right now I’m feeling it wear down on me. I’m feeling antsy and anxious to get out and do something different. Perhaps today will be the day that I find inspiration to try a new recipe or two. We have a large haul of little acorn squash from the garden and today just feels like a perfect day for something fall-like for dinner.
