Saturday, October 3, 2015

Driveway


Turned south, into the cool breeze, and thought No; I’ll avoid it by going across the road instead, between the trees.
Around the grassy bend, up the slight hill, long wide view across the baled field. I don’t walk onto it because it’s open to the wind. 

Back to the road and turn south, where now the wind in my face is no problem. Did such a short jaunt up the hill warm me up that much? It must’ve, because with a hat on and a scarf, and my gloves and a fall jacket, there was no thinking about my temperature.

To the corner we went, the dogs and I. Cool grey day, intoxicating scent of moist ground and leaves, snowgoose flocks flying over. Having turned back I’m too warm; off come the gloves and hat; jacket opens; sweat runs down from boobs while I videotape birds in flight.

We have one neighbour on our two-mile stretch and this is their driveway as seen from the road.

Emil strolled around our yard and agreed that it was darn nice out there today.



The chicken noodle soup we had for supper didn’t need crackers or toast. Didn’t need additional salt or pepper. Had chickpeas in it, and sautéed fresh celery and onion, and steamed carrots. It should turn out this good every time.


8 comments:

  1. Kate, you live in a beautiful place! Your day sounds wonderful!

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    1. You know, I do! I bet a lot of people who live here don't think about it, and many who have moved away also don't. I wonder!

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    2. We do live in some beautiful country here in Sask. but sometimes it is nice to be reminded of it by someone else too.

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    3. One tends to take it for granted till someone from away notices, or until we're leaving it ourselves.

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    4. Our fall is sloooow, yours a little quicker. But lovely, love that driveway.

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    5. I'm always tempted to walk down it.

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  2. Beautiful scenery. Your soup sound perfectly yummy! I got to get my soup pot out.

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    1. Emil sure woolfed it down. From a huge pot, I think there's enough left in the fridge for one bowl. Today's lunch!

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