Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
A breezy porch-sitting day.
The temperatures have warmed, to the point where Summer days have returned.
It's a day to busy myself doing chores, and putting a summer's garden to rest.
Pumpkin bread bakes, the aroma is intoxicatingly delicious, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger. Chili cooking is put on hold, indulging in light salads and fruit plates instead.
The air conditioner continues to hum.
An early American writer described Indian Summer well when he wrote, "The air is perfectly quiescent and all is stillness, as if Nature, after her exertions during the Summer, were now at rest."