Today was a bit of a fluke. The high was 72, and the balmy afternoon provided a good time for me to get to the stores. The week before Thanksgiving is one of the worst times of the year to go grocery shopping, and both stores were total zoos today, but at least the weather was nice. They were out of a few things I intended to get, but I did manage to get lots of pie. Five pies, in fact— three frozen and two fresh. Unfortunately only one of them is pumpkin, and it's not one of the big ones. I'm sure they'll have the big pumpkin pies on sale sometime between now and Christmas, though.
It's going to start cooling off again tomorrow, but the really chilly weather will begin with the storm next week. After that it will be highs in the forties and lows in the thirties for at least a few days, and perhaps for several weeks. I'm hoping to have most of the leaves raked up before the storm arrives, and the oaks and walnut should be close to bare by then. The mulberry, of course, has barely begun to turn yellow, and I'll be contending with its fat, fleshy leaves all December. In fall I sometimes wonder of that tree is even worth having, it gets to be so much bother, but then I remember how splendidly dense its shade is in torrid summer. In August my front yard would be a little slice of Hell without that tree.
One of the stores had garnet yams on sale, and I've got one baking in the oven right now. It should be done in about fifteen minutes, so I have to start preparing the other components of my yam-based dinner. And there'll be pumpkin pie later. I'm so glad the major shopping is out of the way for the week. I'll have to go back for a couple of the things the stores were out of, but it's possible I'll be able to get somebody to pick them up for me. I really like to stay home as much as possible this time of year. There's not much worth going out for in this town, but way too many people go out anyway. I don't want to be one of them.