This weekend, fall finally arrived, after weeks of 90 degree plus weather. Overnight, cool winds swept into town, making our morning breakfast routine on the patio quite chilly. Lots of grey clouds and light sprinkles even on Saturday. Sunday night we had our first fire of the season. Very cool weather, requiring a sweater to sit on the porch. Panda cuddled with me on the couch, curled up on my lap and then Jon’s, keeping us warm. Woke up to 38 degrees and couldn’t even bring myself to sit out on the porch this morning. I had to carry a cup of warm tea outside to take the dog out – because I’m a cold weather wimp – but I love this! Caroline was funny – she whined like usual to go outside first thing, then darted around chasing some invisible flying thing, and then darted back in – too cold! She then repeated the whole out-around-back in thing several times over.
Lovely. Absolutely lovely.
Came home to a busted water pipe on the roof. That swamp cooler line freezes ever year and this year we really didn’t know it was going to be that cold to cause the pipe to burst, yet again. Tomorrow I will winterize the coolers and harvest the last of the basil to make pesto. It’s time to plant salad greens, kales, swiss chards, and beets in the garden and begin making a new garden bed in the courtyard.
Of course, by the end of the week, it will be in the 90s again…but who knows for how long.
It’s time to finish knitting my orange scarf and work on a few other projects. I just adore fall in the desert…