Spent the entire morning with my handyman friend John, winterizing. A new verb – to winterize. That is, sealing windows, finding a place indoors for many plants, squeezing garden furniture into the shed, turning off the water. And of course, because this is not only an old house, it is MY old house, everything took twice as long as we thought it would, because nothing worked – the windows were buckled and swollen, the furniture disintegrating, the spigot unmovable. The job’s not done yet. People who live in the Southern Hemisphere should come north and watch, for fun, the fascinating, tortuous process of winterization.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much