I remember thinking, as we watched the news that morning, right after the first plane went into the Tower, that Katie Couric was doing a horrible job at reporting the event. And then I realized that her children were probably somewhere in Manhatten. Lord.
The sky is no longer blue this afternoon. Clouding up and I heard there would be thunderstorms tonight. A little more summer headed our way this week. Steve's flowers around An Urban Cottage will be happy.
I need to pick up ZuZu at the crack of dawn and get her to her Vet in Littleton. It's a forty minute trip from the shop, but she has to be there by 8:30 to have a growth removed from her shoulder. The reason for the growth is inconclusive, but it has to come off and be biopsied. She's been a trooper, mostly.
Janet at The Gardener's Cottage displayed her lovely bowl of white figs last week and made me homesick for the fig harvest in California. On Thursday, a plant vendor at our flower market had several bowls of figs for FREEEE from his trees at the nursery. I was pretty greedy. Aren't they beautiful?
I've been eating them with organic yogurt on my home made olive oil and orange granola with a little bit of maple syrup. Kind of beats blueberries out of my pantheon of most favorite fruits ( or berries).
Tomorrow I'll get Fall started at the shop. Take down those tired purple million bells hangers, replant the big pot with grasses and peppers and drag up the wheat from the basement. There are already pumpkins and crazy gourds at the flower market!