A Day For…

Soup I think. It is raining gently. Leftovers from the hurricane in Texas I expect. But it is so soft and gentle and needed. The temperatures are mild and it feels like an Indian Summer fall day. Time for soup.

I have the corn, the cream, the onion. No potato or bacon, but I suppose I could skip those parts.

Ever have one of those days you just want to pull the warm afghan up and either read or stare out the window? Yep, one of those days.

Look at that tangle of goldenrod! If it weren’t raining it would be covered with bees. I’ve also found the cat hiding under the arch of branches, hoping birds will land near by. Right now she is on a chair cushion on the porch. A much drier perch with a good view.

If I didn’t like the ‘look’ so much, I would cut it and use the flowers for dyeing.

Not like I don’t have enough projects.

Hope you are having a cool, relaxed day.

And if I could I would share my rain with the West Coast.