Lots of rain overnight with snow on the foothills and mountains surrounding us. Our temps haven’t been above 40 degrees today—we’ve had a fire in the wood burning stove all day. Not totally unusual for September but certainly not the norm—we will take the moisture, every little drop.
Cousin Pat left on Saturday morning. The cowboy and I have enjoyed a couple quiet days at home—he has been painting and I’ve been quilting. We’ve taken walks every day and I’ve practiced some yoga, Emmi has chased her new ball all over the yard—here she is with the old, almost destroyed ball.
Like Al and Kelly, we are starting to plan our migration. I have a girlfriend trip on the horizon and a yucky medical procedure coming up—once those things are behind us, the packing will commence.
Life is good!