October 22, 2011 § 17 Comments
There are not a whole lot of easy barefoot patio mornings left in this year. We covered the flowers against the frost two nights ago. They live to creep and vine still along the brick fence columns.
But getting up to make coffee and sip outside now needs a sweater. And really, some shoes. The bricks are nearly cold despite the sun. The air has a wee bit of a snap. I think about baking things that include apples.
And, the coffee in the press pot cools all the quicker. Thus, the thermal cups.
(Look closely in the lid of the pot to see the patio umbrella and HM’s reflection!)
And doesn’t it affect your reading choices as well? Anything with a beach or a summer cottage, deserts, Provence or South America (and even my fave Karen Russell (Florida swamps) goes on the guest room bookshelf. Anything on southern islands or in such climes is banished to a stack in the den.
It’s time for Thoreau, Dickens, Dillard, Joyce, McPhee, Proulx, Wolfe, White (as in EB), and all of one’s favorite sit-in-the-wing-chair-and-read writers.
Do the seasons affect your reading choices?