I can feel it in the air.
I benshed lulav in the sukkah this morning, and was glad I had the tallis to wrap around me.
Sat in the bright morning light and drank a cup of coffee.
Two doves have returned, and one of the smaller birds that we don't see in the summer.
Sukkot seems to be speeding by so quickly this year---a moment ago we were hanging bamboo curtains on the scaffolding for walls, flinging spruce cuttings atop the bamboo poles for a roof that gives more shade than sun. Tomorrow morning I bring my lulav and esrog to early minyan; then in no time it will be shabbos. Tomorrow afternoon, lunch with the women in a Chabad sukkah.
The air is getting colder.
The Farmers' Market will be here in downtown Boulder for only one more Wednesday. This time, I had a lovely visit with two of the panhandlers in wheelchairs. Where do they go when the Farmer's Market closes?
I bought enough cucumbers to make a last batch of half-sour garlic pickles. Got enough very-ripe tomatoes to make a fine shakshuka* base.
The air is filled with beauty. It inexplicably makes me want to cry.
Little cat felt that, and came up onto the desk to curl up next to the laptop and my right arm, purring.
We are learning each other's company.
She misses her person.
shakshuka: make a sauce by sweating the onions in a skillet, adding the cut-up ripe tomatoes to cook for a good bit, then poaching eggs to medium in the fresh sauce. Garnish with cilantro and serve with warm pita.