I was in the country this weekend, wrapping things up for the winter. Nature seems to agree and disagree. It got below zero the night between Friday and Saturday. Water in the lake was 10C on Friday. Saturday morning it was -1C, the temperature was 4C, the water 9C. Mist was hovering over the lake. Getting colder, winter’s knocking on the door. Yes, I did swim, from the sauna. Not anymore at the crack of dawn. (That white strike in the sky on the left? That's a plane load of people wishing they hadn't left. The day was glorious.)
The cowslips disagree about winter coming. They think it’s spring. Well, it did get up to 9C today, even 10,5C driving back home.
The needlework I was working on earlier? I got pretty far this summer, which does not mean there were a lot of power cuts. I just thought it was fun to work on it.
What next? I have some watercolours to paint for our group exhibition later in November. I want to get my paintings done well in advance as I will be moving. Next week Monday my place will be packed with red crates waiting to be filled with everything accumulated over the 32 years I've lived here.
I got up nearly at the crack of dawn (just before seven, the cracks of dawn come later and later as the year grows older) to make sure I’d find a place to park at the Slow Food Festival in the next village. It was still quite dark when I got up for my morning dip. The water’s 13C so it’s still dippable. The festival didn’t start until 10, but I like to take my time in the morning.
I don’t remember what time I went to the festival last year, maybe later, there seemed to be more people then. This year I got there before ten. I was going to have some coffee and a cinnamon roll while waiting (it’s the National Cinnamon Roll Day), but the cinnamon rolls were still in the oven so coffee had to wait.
Going that early was overdoing it a bit, but I was thinking back to the beginning of July and the antiques fair and nearly having to park in someone's field. Slow food doesn't seem to attract as large a crowd as antiques. A chunk of meat is a chunk of meat and you can always order more. You can't order more antiques. And yes, this was a Slow Food Festival
I'm Piisa and I will be sharing with you my thoughts on this and that, maybe even on whatever.