I dug hay out of my hoodie pockets this morning and drove the children to school under heavy, spilling clouds. (The hay came from tucking my perennials in for the winter yesterday.)
Today I am babysitting granite roasters of tomato purée cooking down into tomato paste and roasting green tomatoes, onions, garlic, and peppers for salsa verde. I’m sorting through the potatoes and storing them away and digging some lovely fat carrots. The forecast warns that winter did not forget about us and is about to deal us a preliminary jab.
Goodbye, warm sunshine and dips in the lake.
Goodbye, tan arms.
Goodbye, fresh fruit by the boxful.
Goodbye, front porch tea drinking with my friends.
Goodbye, flip-flops.
I don’t much like goodbyes.
Hello, neglected house, with your bulging, untidy drawers, and cobwebby corners.
Hello, cozy winter evenings.
Hello, towering book stack.
Hello, coffee by a friend’s fireplace.
Hello, candles and throws and cozy sweaters.
Hello, soup and bread suppers.
I like hellos much better.