The weather has surprised us all this week. It was supposed to rain for a week. I was totally bummed, thinking the sunflowers would turn brown and yucky. But they have changed the forecast and now we are in for a beautiful fall weather week. I love autumn. Could be that it is my birthday season but mostly it is about the glorious weather and the colors. The arrival of the shorter days and knowing soon that there will be a fire going and I will be knitting or doing something creative in the evenings is also appealing in its very own way that only a knitter or stitcher can really understand.
All the animals and creatures are getting ready for winter in their own way. The flies are in the house and driving me batty. It happens this time of year - one of the less wonderful aspects of "living in the country" with livestock just outside the door. My laptop is warm and they love it. Yuck. I don't know how many times I have witnessed flies procreating just to the side of my computer screen. I have fly strips hung all over the kitchen trying to rid the place of the pests before my next knitting guests arrive on Saturday morning. These strips used to totally freak me out when I was a small kid. Now I appreciate the efficiency at how they lure the buzzing flies in and they die. Did you ever walk into a fresh fly strip? That is one of their hazards, I must say.
The wasps are buzzily building more nests. I'm not sure what it is about this house, but the wasps love it. When we took some walls down when we first moved here, they were full of wasp carcasses - seriously - 3 feet of dead wasps. Gross. We had to wait until it was cold to take the sheetrock down because we didn't want to get stung. I'll never forget the trash bags full of dead and hibernating wasps. (Just one of the adventures of renovating an old house.) One of those wasp relatives was on my kitchen ceiling just above the sink while I was busily fixing dinner last night. I thought about squelching him and then decided to let him live. About five minutes later, he zoomed down and stung me at the crook of my elbow, at that really tender spot. Super ouch. I didn't know what hit me. Then I remembered the wasp, who was no longer there. Hope he was happy.