… when I looked out the window and saw this.
It’s beautiful.
I suppressed the ecstatic urge to run to my hats and scarves boxes, knowing that it’d soon burn off into a warm day. And when I went outside to photograph the lovely fog, it was warm outside. I didn’t know that was possible. I thought that scientifically, fog required cold to exist, but apparently not.
That being said. It’s coming. Fall is coming. Sweater, hat, scarf, and glove weather is coming. Candle, herbal tea, and felted clogs season is coming. Cozy season. Rainy season.
(Crap. We need to have our gutters cleaned so the garage doesn’t flood).
Spiders are everywhere. I know a lot of you hate them, but so long as they’re not on my body and I’m not walking face-first into their webs, I really like spiders. Even the huge, hairy, wolfy-guys that seem to love Nate’s office in our basement. Them, and the stripey, garden spiders that build webs right outside of windows are my favorite.
Nate’s been smashing the wolf spiders, (something I do not approve of), but when he recounts the tale, and how BIG the offending arachnid was, I remind him that it GOT that big by eating bugs. We don’t like bugs.
I had to laugh though when he said he threw a book at one last night because at the moment it startled him, he thought it was a mouse.
That’s a big spider.
Anyway, the fog made me happy. Enough to surprise me. We didn’t get much of a summer this year. August was mostly cloudy, which is very odd. And yet, the unexpected fog makes me sing. The only thing I don’t like about fall is that all of the beautiful trees behind our house lose their leaves. I love the mass of green right outside my windows. Well, the treebound green, anyway. The blackberries, morning glory, and stinging nettle that keep the kids from playing in the trees behind our house could all go away with my blessing.
Today is going to suck. I have many things to do away from home, and I need to get ready to fly out for the funeral tomorrow morning. I’m really excited to see everyone. It’s been a long time.
September 13th, 2007 at 8:28 am
Hee, I know, me too! I love fall, love the fog, the grey, everything! I’m definitely getting back in the hat & sweater mode!
WHAT? NATE THREW A BOOK AT SOMETHING? BUT, BUT YOU CAN’T THROW BOOKS! IT’S WRONG! I’m in shock still.
Have a good, safe flight!!
September 13th, 2007 at 8:56 am
This has nothing to do with your posting, which is very nice, but I was thinking this morning about your blog and about wieght in general. It’s just strange to me that it seems like a big thing but it just doesn’t matter. I’ve been bigger and smaller and thing is that I look in the mirror and I always see the same girl. When I work out and drink water I feel better but…when I have peace on the inside I’m happy and my weight is really irrelevent. Also, I’d rather paint a woman with a body than sickly skinny. Our bodies with all of their curves and marks should be celebrated.
That’s all. Have fun on your trip.
Cheers, Cass
September 13th, 2007 at 10:35 am
I started thinking about fall a few weeks’ ago when my kids started school. I didn’t knit them anything last year, but I want to do better this year.
The only good thing about funerals is that they bring the family together. I hope you enjoy some quality time with yours.
September 13th, 2007 at 10:43 am
My kids and I were just admiring the fog and the spiders this morning too. The fog has almost burned off now in Bellingham and the sunshine is out. I love how the mist from the fog glistens on the orb-weaver spider webs. Just gorgeous!
September 14th, 2007 at 1:45 am
so nice to read your thoughts especially seeing your old pictures with your lost grandpa. I’ve tried to see your latest pics and thanks, i’ve got it.
September 14th, 2007 at 7:01 pm
I love your post and pictures, but I totally have to side with Nate on the spider. I find them horrifying. I’ve been finding that I have to avoid walking certain places because the webs are so thick, and they love our front porch, which makes leaving the house an adventure.
I hope that your trip goes well, despite the sad circumstances.