School began three weeks ago. That means it is fall. I can hardly believe it. The hours we put into the house over the summer all blurred together into a continuous ache of muscles and a ubiquitous coating of clay dust. It hardly feels like summer happened at all. But here we are--the end of September. The summer weather is trying to hang on. The days are warm, the mosquitoes are torturing us each time we step foot outside. It's the nights that give the change of seasons away. They are cool, almost cold. Last weekend I went as far as putting the extra blanket on the bed again. And the garden give fall away. The gardens are overflowing with produce just waiting to be harvested and put up for winter.
So, somehow the summer slipped by. And somehow we managed to miss it, but it obviously came and went because there's the house, mostly insulated, looking more like a house than ever.
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| The north side of the house insulated. |
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| The south side of the house all insulated. |
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| The north wall of the house from inside and upstairs. |
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| The south wall of the house from inside and upstairs. |
Mostly insulated. There are still a few small walls to do in the spring, but until spring it will wait. Until then, we'll press cider, make apple sauce, harvest the abundance of food in the garden, continue to work on different aspects of the house (maybe windows!? maybe siding!?). Most of all, we will make time for each other, and that I can't wait for.
