A journalist observes life in the far north.
The fire is in a lull and this cold front is starting to feel like a change of season.
There’s been frost in the valleys.
Alec has abandoned the deck and spends his free time gathering, chopping and stacking firewood.
I am baking, including zucchini bread, to make the house feel cozy.
The state fair is over on Saturday. Schools starts Monday.
I can feel my body clock slowing in anticipation of winter.
Soon I will be able to watch the sun go down behind the hills near my house.
I find myself pondering possible Halloween costumes for me and for Lucky. I would like to be a butterfly or a witch. Maybe Jade could be a maid. She likes carrying around a broom.
In two short months, my baby will turn 2.
I am leaning toward a party at the indoor public pool, or dare I say, the hot springs. A few of her friends could come. We’d swim and eat finger sandwiches and cake.
We’ll do it while the Bottle Washing Fairy is in town.