Monday, November 15, 2010

Before Things Got So Soggy

We're hunkering down.  The garden is ready for winter, all the plants tucked in with a nice layer of mulch.  The dead tomato vines in the veggie beds have been cut down and left to decompose over the next few months.  Yesterday we were down in the basement crawlspace painting mastic on our heating ducts, trying in vain to keep our living room and dining room warmer during these chilly months.  I'm still biking to work, trying not to wimp-out like I did last winter, enjoying nights like tonight -- no rain, the river a sparkly blue, and the lights of downtown a captivating jewel-box skyline.  There's lots of tea drinking going on around here, curried lentil soup simmering on the stove, and hours spent curled up with library books after dinner.

I was going through my pictures tonight, feeling a little longing for nature.  We've been trying to get out for a hike for weeks now, but rain, chores, and being under-the-weather have all taken their turn thwarting those good intentions.  Our last walk in nature was back in September when we went to a wildlife refuge in Ridgefield, Washington.  I had so much fun photographing the treasures of early fall -- seed pods, berries, dried-up thistles, crinkled autumn leaves.  It was a simple day -- no awe-inspiring views or dramatic mountain scenery -- just the beauty of noticing nature's gifts at arms-length.