Yesterday it rained all day, on and off, ranging from drizzle to steady fall. It was our edge of Hurricane Matthew, probably, and we were lucky to get off so lightly. I made chili for dinner, because it was definitely chili weather. This morning the skies were a deep blue etched high up with feathery clouds, the breeze was stiff, and the air was chilly.
Dash got dressed in the same shorts and t-shirt he was wearing yesterday. I suggested he rethink that, so he went full-on in the other direction, reappearing in cosy tracksuit bottoms, long-sleeved top, and – he announced – his ski socks.
Then he put on a hoodie and his jacket as well, and demanded mittens. Cue everyone running upstairs to ransack the cold-weather-accoutrements bag, where hats and scarves and gloves live in the summer. He got his mittens, Mabel pulled out earmuffs and a scarf and gloves, and they were well protected against the elements for a trip to the farmers’ market.
The sunshine is filtering through the trees behind the house, sending dancing shadows onto my yellow kitchen walls with every blast of the wind. The lawn is starting to collect this year’s ransom of yellow leaves; just a sprinkling so far. There are boys playing football at the front of the house and a girl drawing pictures inside it.
I made a tarte tatin with apples from the market for tonight, since the chili is already in the fridge. I usually save that recipe for special occasions, but maybe the first day of real autumn weather is enough.