It was bound to happen. This time of year it always does. Sometimes a bit sooner, sometimes later, but always this time of year. When the weather is rainy and damp and chilly, before Indian Summer officially hits. When the last of the tomatoes out of the garden desperately try to ripen before the final freezing frost. The deer bait comes out in full force at gas stations and fruit markets, the pumpkins and squashes are ripe and ready to eat or can, and of course, the leaves...
It was bound to happen.
Usually before I'm ready for it. This year being no exception.
I'm usually at least 3 weeks behind myself, kind of interesting trying to catch up!
Before "it" happens though, I'd like to have the porch all cleaned off and filled with fire wood. I'd like to have the garden put away for the winter. I'd like to have all of the summer clothes put away and all of the winter stuff drug out of their short hibernation.
Before "it" happens.
But I never do. Have it all done that is. It's futile. So I just go on and on with my daily tasks, knowing I'll never catch up, but at least I'll never be bored. Never have nothing to do. And now... there's a new task on my plate, 3 times a day or so.
Because it was bound to happen.
And it did. I had to light the wood stove last night.