Acceptance, pears, and apples

Not a lot to chat about this morning, I guess. I worked on a book review for about 5-6 hours yesterday, cleaned the bathroom, and sat in the sunshine with a book I'm reading. Not a bad way to spend the last day of "off the clock" time. 

Today, I had to get up extra early, as we need to be at school for 7:30, and stay until 3ish. Same tomorrow. While that doesn't sound all that uncommon, it is for me-- with my part-time status, I generally wander work-ward a bit later and leave a little earlier. So, coffee will have to be my best friend for the short term. 

I got up in the dark, watched the sky turn to slate, then took a shower. Now, it's foggy, dove-gray, with pale yellow on the horizon. I'm not sure if it's going to be a blue-sky day yet; it could be the wildfire haze will mute everything again. It's been like that since June, really--any day it isn't raining, it tends to be muted by smoke-haze. Except yesterday-- that was a glorious weather day. I wish I had a pocket full of them. 

On the fruit-news front (yes, that's now a thing), I discovered we have two pears on one of the trees. They escaped the frost, and managed to fulfill their pear-y existence. I hope we can pick at least one of them. I chose one apple off one tree yesterday; the frost killed almost all the blooms, so the few apples we are getting are tiny, odd-shaped things. But this one was almost perfect, so I saved it from birds and bugs. It smells so good-- we grow Cortlands, so it's that tart, really apple-y fragrance. If I picked all of what is on the tree, I wouldn't even have enough for a pie. Maybe I'll make some apple sauce, and freeze it for Thanksgiving. 

So yes, I've come to accept the ending of summer break, not with grace or with resignation, but with the understanding that there will be a few more blue-sky days, and I will enjoy them as they come. I can't orchestrate the seasons, only take what is given. Like the pear. And the apple.

Have a good day,

C