For the past week, it has been unusually warm—in the 70s. It hardly feels like autumn in Maine at all.
But the the hostas know that summer is over.
I’ve begun emptying and cleaning pots. This weekend, I’ll start bringing in the garden ornaments.
Somehow, it is always more fun to bring them out in the spring than it is to put them away in the fall.
On other matters…I have done major editing on my book Library Lost, and I will soon be receiving the first proof copy. Always exciting, but the work is not done. I’ll be going over the proof copy line by line. Onward, ho!
A couple of days ago, a terrible hurricane slammed the coast of Florida. What devastation! I wonder what will become of coastal communities, especially in the South, as the oceans continue to heat up and the storms get worse and worse.
In North Carolina, where our daughter and son-in-law live, the hurricane notched itself down to a tropical storm. Nevertheless, the winds were strong, trees were toppled, and there were widespread power outages. In fact, my daughter and son-in-law don’t have electricty. At least they have water. But as a veteran of power outages, I can attest to the fact that they are no fun at all. For us, what a happy day it is when the refrigerator whirs back to life as the power comes back on.
But how horrible to lose everything in a storm. Somehow, when compared with such destruction, a power outage doesn’t seem that bad.