|happy hour seats with a view|
|fall's color continue to amaze me|
We're going to pay for these last few weeks of perfect fall weather, I just know it. We're reveling in the warmth and stunning colors mother nature has given us. We have to store these memories for the cold and dreary months ahead.
The sun seems to energize us, Dave is working happily on projects on his list and I'm busy hoeing out and throwing away things from every cupboard and drawer.
Full trailer loads to the dump (ahem....the Town Recycling Center) aren't glamorous, but they are satisfying.
Hauling loads of hay and digging fence posts remind us of the good old days and our muscles remember the rhythm of farm work. We picked up hay to spread on the bare dirt around the cottage's construction perimeters. The chaff it contains should germinate this fall and help to stabilize the raw ground.
Dave was able to put up the last few fence posts he had removed for the construction equipment to pass through.
Thoughts of the open road have Dave spiffing up Beluga. He's painting sun faded extremities and dragging his feet on the winterizing tasks he knows he needs to start soon. Sigh.
The sunsets over the valley are still quite spectacular.
Tomorrow evening we'll host a happy hour for Geneva on the eve of her departure for an internship near Tucson. Margarita's are chilling in the freezer......