6 pm, the shadows are clear across the lawn, the sun just skims the tops of the trees on the west side of the house. Feels like fall. Dry, hot, but with a chill after dark that says, 'where's my sweater gotten to?". We sit on the porch and listen to cicadas and watch the dragonflies feasting on the insects Ive stirred up with mowing.
There's a feel of an early fall about. Like chipmunks and squirrels, we begin to move a bit faster; tasks we 've put off all summer now become urgent. Get the wood in the shed, a voice mutters. and don't forget the damn chimneys. CLEAN em. It's a laundry list of Things We Must Do, and in all of that, I wonder quietly just how long I can do this.
I've been thinking seriously about hiring professional chimney cleaners. Not yet, but soon. Maybe next year. Im always one project behind and one ahead, one way or the other. I guess that's good, you never run out of things to do.
Or to think about.