September

The weather is getting chillier again. It was 46 degrees outside when I woke up this morning. I shut the windows and started a fire in the woodstove. I was glad for the warmth of coffee and fried cornbread in front of the stove with my man before he went to work. Greta woke up early (maybe it had something to do with the fact that the smoke alarm was going off again because of some candle wax on the stove), so we snuggled and got her dressed in some good layers for the day. She’s supposed to be napping again—we’ll see how long that lasts!
I have the iron on and am going to go make my way through the pile of wrinklies. I am working on getting things put together for our vacation. We’ll be spending time in a cabin with my family and some good friends on a lake in the north woods. Yes, indeed, farther north…we’re thinking woodstove, sweaters, canoeing and hot chocolate. It should be lovely. We’ll all fit in one big cabin, and there’s a pickin’ porch on the front for siblings and friends to play their bluegrass on. I believe it will be relaxing and enjoyable!
Off to my ironing. “Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini” is playing from my itunes library. Instigorating.

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::'~ Later:

Greta was watching from her bouncy seat as I made dinner this noon. She was all snuggled under a fuzzy blanket, hugging her dollie--such a little sweetie. We were listening to 101 Strings Orchestra's Gershwin CD while I kneaded the dough for some rolls, and I was imitating Ella singing "Foggy Day" (complete with pizazz) to her. She thought that was hilarious. She giggled and giggled!