First day of Standard Time. Whose idea is it to mess with time anyway? First light it was right on the freezing mark on the thermometer outside the kitchen window. Yet no visible frost. The good news, besides an extra hour’s sleep, was the blue sky. Saturday was another day of cold rain here and Friday had winds up to 85 kph. So most of the leaves have fallen. Even the red maple down the street is half bare now.
Time to draw in. Keep the house fragrant simmering bones into stock and then turning that into stews and soups or a hearty chili.
Time to put new batteries in the smoke and carbon monoxide alarms. Testing they’re in right, is always good for an adrenalin rush. I saved my son’s life once by presenting him with a carbon monoxide alarm, guiltily, thinking it was a poor gift –until 2 weeks later.
Time to haul out the big wool blankets and the down coats. Time to waterproof the shoes and boots.
Somehow, somewhere, the shovel I kept in the car has gone missing, but the bag of kitty litter is back in with the spare tire, ready for icy roads. The brush and scraper are in the trunk, but I still have to take out the full size broom for the heavy snow. Which surely will not come for a while.
The leaves on the lawn are dry and yellow. In the gutter, they turn wet and brown. Crank up the fiddle! Break out the grog!