| Goodbye, Jasmine |
[Sep. 27th, 2012|08:40 pm]
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There's no problem keeping the house cool all day now. In fact I woke up much too early this morning because I was quite chilly. I had fallen asleep without closing the windows. The house was the temperature it's apt to be all winter, when I will have the furnace on— 66 degrees. I won't like it then, but today it was invigorating.
The jasmine hedge is sporting its very last blossom of the year tonight. All the others are gone but for a half dozen that have dried and turned yellow. The last white flower smells as sweet as the first, but I had to lean very close to get a whiff of it. It will probably be dead by tomorrow, and there will be no more jasmine until late next May, or early June if the spring is cool. I'm going to miss having its fragrance around.
Dinner was at five o'clock for only one night. My sleep being interrupted by the chill this morning left me drowsy this evening and I fell asleep on the couch again. I had some hope that yesterday was the harbinger of a new routine, but I guess it wasn't. Back to the same old never the same two days in a row. |
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