It's time to turn the place over to the turkeys again-- although we're the trespassers, as far as they're concerned.
The weather this week was absolute September perfection and I'm glad my brother could visit at such a nice time. Not hot, not cold and crystal blue skies. The summer smoke seems like a distant nightmare now. It's probably a good thing humans have short memories.
We won't be back to the house until sometime in October, and by then you'll need to be bundled up to sit outside. Soon the cottonwoods will lose their leaves, revealing a winter view of the hills across the river. The seasons, they go round and round.
With Tom's expert help, I got the irrigation system turned off. Our neighbor offered to blow out the lines with his compressor before it gets cold, so that's that until next next spring. Now the municipal water bill goes down and the PUD bill goes up as the furnace starts to cycle on.
Saturday is the best day of the week in Twisp, with lots of people in town for the Saturday market. There's also an Art Walk this afternoon, the first since the fires put an end to most outdoor summer activities. I hate missing it, but need to drive back to Seattle this morning.
After almost two years, we have tickets to an in-person Symphony concert tomorrow afternoon. So much has changed since then, not to mention our nasty detour to get downtown. You have to show proof of vaccination to enter the hall, and of course wear a mask at all times. Other than that, we don't know what to expect. I'll tell you about it on Monday.
Have a good weekend.
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