The wind was biting on Monday--a side-effect of Hurricane Sandy which has raged up the east coast of the US. The sky here was blue with sailing puffs of fat white clouds.
The wind, coming out of the North, swept the leaves from the maples near the drive, creating a natural 'bedding' for the perennial strips.
The three kittens and Willis were beside themselves with chasing leaves, spatting their paws to pin some down as they whisked past.
Bobby McGee in the leaves.
Willis--a bit on his dignity.
It grew colder as evening came on.
We sat on either side of the fireplace, J. watching TV [sigh] while I managed, for the most part, to tune it out and immerse myself in a good mystery.
Wind moaned in the chimney and I could see branches swaying and throwing dancing shadows
under the yard light whenever I stepped to the glass doors in the dining area.
It wasn't a damaging wind and rather mild compared to the almost daily whipping winds we
knew in Wyoming.
After J. went to bed, the cats and I sat on, enjoying the warmth of the fire.
I lifted my eyes from my reading with each fresh gust of wind and thought of those living in the
path of the storm.
We woke to a dank and chilly day.
J. puttered about in the garage for awhile.
I tidied up after a hearty breakfat, took a load of laundry downstairs.
When J. came in he announced it was a good donut making day.
We don't make these in hot weather, but there is something very homey about fresh, sugary donuts with a mug of tea or coffee when the weather is brisk.
I mix the dough and cut out the rounds.
J. fries them and shakes them in the cinnamon-sugar coating.
This time I added powdered vanilla to the mix in the paper bag--a nice touch.
I make no apologies for these--health food they are not--warm donuts are comfort food of long-standing tradition in farm kitchens.
Off-subject for wind, cats and donuts, but here are the latest roses brought in from of the cold.