It takes a long time, because day-to-day life doesn’t stop and wait for you to finish. Gradually, though, we’re making this place comfy inside and out. While Peter’s been off winning prizes and giving readings these past two weekends, Jack and I have been giving our yard some love. We’ve raked pine needles into big heaps that his dump truck then unloads under bushes and trees. We’ve bought pumpkins and goofy gourds and mums for the front stoop. We’ve swept the deck and hung up a hummingbird feeder. And we planted a little garden. It looks like dirt surrounded by stones, but if you look very, very closely, you’ll see a hint of green: lettuce, cilantro, and thyme seedlings along with some still-young basil and rosemary.
The streak of 90-degree days and 70-degree nights finally broke, and I actually had to break out the down comforter. I love fall. Suddenly, some activities I enjoy are now tolerable again: baking, puttering around outside, riding my bike to campus, sipping a glass of wine on the deck before dinner.
I think I’ll make calzones. It’s nice to have a moment in the middle of the day to sink my hands into a tub of flour and for a few minutes just stare, and knead.
The Roving Locavore 
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