I am lying in bed at my friend’s farmhouse in Owen Sound. Her house is old and the door handles are low for those short people who lived here a 100 years ago.
I love it here because of the following reasons:
- My friend is old (not as old as the house, but we have known each other since we were kids)
- She has 4 cats, 3 dogs and 2.5 horses
- She has put flannel sheets on my bed
- I can say anything to this friend and she will not be horrified
- She has an attic with lots of light and nothing in it but a table with a puzzle on it. Once you get up there and get started it is hard to go downstairs
- There is a balustrade that curves going up the stairs, and I like curving wood structures
OK, let’s give my friend a name. Lori. This afternoon, Lori and I tore up the tomato plants and put all the green ones in boxes under newspaper. As we were doing this, I was thinking about the horses that really wanted to have some apples, but for some reason Lori thought they shouldn’t be spoiled. She also thought she should not let one of her border collies go and sit in the horse field and stare at the horses for 45 minutes straight. Lori is very good at not spoiling. Then I come and visit and I give the horses some apples, and tell the dog she can absolutely go stare at the horses. In case that was not enough I suggest that Lori let her 90 year old mum have a glass of wine once a month. We both push and prod each other, and it is good. I take her advice seriously and over the years she has been tough, but also a good guide.
Anyhow, this is a quick visit, and I am in awe of the colours. On our way to the horse stable this morning (this is where the .5 horse lives, as it is not entirely hers), I just gulped up the green, orange, and red colours of the trees as we whizzed by. For me there is nothing like fall in the east. The fall colours can make me cry. I think it is a combination of the stunning colours mixed with a sadness around this season coming to an end.
On a slightly less organic note, I also find the colours of all my bathing suits to be pretty darn amazing. I hope there are some of you out there that will appreciate my collection. I wear a different suit every time I swim, and it makes me so happy. I used to only own one suit, and it would be plain black, but then I started swimming with some women who race a lot and they had a different attitude about their swimwear. As you can see, it has rubbed off on me. My other obsessions in life include a variety of cups, a handful of bikes, and a few little stuffies who live with us. As I type I am thinking my dear father, who was frugal and lived through the Second World War, would be rolling over in his grave if he could read this. But we cremated dad, so I guess that eliminates the reading possibilities..
