Miserable weather today, - no, I shouldn't say that.
A warm, rainy day that may have got everyone wet
but was a good excuse to dig out the umbrella in this dry and arid country,
and slop along in the puddles
However, the trees and the hills were sombre and misty.
and the clouds hung low along the river bottom.
I had cards to mail - great grandson has a Halloween birthday and a great-great niece recently married. I scooped up the camera and my Ipad as I left for the post office, and duties done there I headed the car south to the river, where the sun was blessing the trees with
the most glorious golden aura.
Old haunts with my darling, and I had a little conversation with him about how the early fall was so dry, and the leaves so drab, but the rain has renewed their palette to its usual brilliance.
Today I went singing, somewhat saddened by the sudden and unexpected passing of one of our most friendly and kind choir members.
Tonight I have been looming, - sleying that lovely narrow silken scarf through the reed. Shall I go back and finish it before I go to bed??
Another gorgeous day weatherwise, but as dusk falls and Bruce and I go walking, we note that the trees have lost the glow they had during the sunny hours, and have been saddened to that sombre melancholy that haunts us in the fall, sometimes.
The clouds have gathered and covered the blue of the sky and we can expect a rainy night. And that is just fine as the aquifer in this semi desert country is in need of being refreshed after a long, hot summer.
Church was confusing because of a mix-up in bulletins and the first Sunday with our "dedicated" priest...we are a Worshipping Community here, attached to St. Saviours in Penticton, and we welcome someone who will visit our aging congregation and care facilities. It was humorous, too, in that Kim (new priest) is a great people person with a marvelous sense of humour. Uplifting!! We talked about the Tax Collector and the Self-Righteous Pharisee and their counterparts in the modern world....
By the time I had attended to my Altar duties everyone had left, and the flowers which were given to us after a funeral tea reception still needed a home. So I brought them along with me.....
After a bit of lunch and a little R and R (I think I closed my eyes awhile) I took a dip into Mary Oliver's new book of beautiful and thoughtful essays, "Upstream" in which she takes us into the natural world which she always describes with such love, and caring, and beauty.
And then I went to inspect that poor begotten warp that was so long on the loom and has such a plethora of mistakes and dropped threads. But still beautiful after I machine-washed it..
...and cut it into the appropriate pieces,
pressed them, ironed up the hems and folded them
...and now you can't see all the errors because they are cunningly hidden in the folds!
I will cherish them, and the memories of all those blasted knots I tied,
and I will use them in my own kitchen.
By the time I did all this it was supper time, and now it is time to go and
make a cup of hot chocolate and see what's on Netflix!!!