October, damp and cold this year, made lighting the boiler last week a heralded and longed-for occasion. I began mixing rye bread dough this morning at 4:30 just for the joy of baking it. One grey day I stopped … Continue reading
This is where I left you last summer:
And, this is the roof I spent most of September on.
I was tuck-pointing, roof-tarring, glass-glazing, window painting and dealing with other issues that needed attention in the back of the building. (Let’s not talk about it.)
Besides this work and the shop, I took care of six of the village’s gardens. I added another garden to the list this year. Many people stop to talk throughout the hours, as you can imagine. Gardening is a social event in a small downtown area.
It is autumn and I have been washing and ironing the textiles I found over the summer. I still have more to do. These American quilts are wonderful, aren’t they? The blue on the Victorian postage stamp quilt is indigo dyed and the red color is the infamous Turkey Red.
Last night, I finished tucking in the last of the flower gardens for a winter nap. The night was warm with that kind of soft, wild wind that we have in Illinois in October. I wanted to cross the gardens off my list so I gardened until 8:00 pm under lamp and moonlight. The town is closed on Monday night so no one saw the crazy gardener in the dirt-covered blue jeans. I didn’t care if anyone saw me, anyway. It would be something to talk about.
And the “In a Pickle” dining room cabinet? I could have sold a half-dozen of them!