A few days ago, I saw a weather forecast for snow next week. Even though most early mornings are quite cold and it now feels like Autumn-late Autumn, I am balking. I will double check that forecast... and secretly smirk at the possibility of a new sweater to celebrate this auspicious occasion.
Meanwhile, today was all about work, trying on smaller pants, and smacking my head. I ordered pants in progressively smaller sizes because I found a brand that will work for awhile. But I skipped the next size. *oops* It's okay. I remember when the ones I am wearing fit like the ones I just bought. It is a silly, goofy way to celebrate this wonderful change process.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)