While it has been good to have Christopher home again, getting up very early for his 7:30 AM classes has meant two mugs of hot coffee with Splenda and milk (cream if I find it on sale) before my eyes open. I was spoiled by sleeping in during the summer months.
There are many indications we are near the end of summer. Not only the weather report warning of lows in the 40's but the rain has turned cold. The daytime temperatures do not reflect a cold rain... that doesn't keep it from being quite chilly.
Another sign of the end of summer? I pulled the Aigner black leather purse out of the closet yesterday morning, the one I'd found at Goodwill for $1.99 a couple months ago. I spent a lovely five or ten minutes messaging it with black leather polish and let it sit for awhile to absorb all that goodness before buffing to a shine. It looks brand new. How thankful I am that people donate Aigner to Goodwill. :)
It replaces my "summer" purse, the very small Vera Bradley navy jobbie with the long handle, purchased at a consignment shop years ago. I love that purse, for some reason in the summer I don't need much more than my billfold, keys, cell phone, brush, emergency snack, emergency alert bracelet, and tiny sugar free Altoids tin... so it is nearly weightless and I throw it over my shoulder while fleeting here and there without a coat (or even a sweater).
Come winter I become my mother and carry with me everything needed to survive a nuclear winter. Perhaps it is the additional layers of clothing as autumn and then winter arrive. Perhaps it is the nesting instinct or just becoming squirrely and needing to store more nuts nearby in case they are needed. I'm certain my family has other definitions but I do tend to carry a lot with me come cold weather.
Another reason I know cooler weather is upon us? Lots of soup bones and a very small amount of beef simmered in the Crock Pot for nearly two days (I let it cool and then put the crock in the frig for one night to skim the fat).
Yesterday I drained the broth into the ancient LeCruset, shredded the beef and added the potatoes, carrots, corn, green beans, and two cans of tomatoes to create soup. Just like Mom made. Now I know why she let the Crock Pot make her broth as she grew older... delicious and easier than using the big stock pot.
There is a gentle rain outside and a vanilla candle is flickering nearby. I have laundry to fold, coupons to cut and file, wooden furniture which must be dusted, and bread dough to start in the bread machine.
A stack of books sit on the coffee table, each holding a bookmark encouraging me to return to their words. I often have two or three different volumes out at a time for I am a fickle reader.
Now, there are miles to go before I sleep.... indeed, much to do. :)
Picture: Bushel of Apples; allposters.com