fishing trees

The calendar has announced that it is officially fall. Today I witnessed the foreshadowing of winter to come and spring to follow.

We have a sick cat. She did not move much through several days of antibiotic treatment. Today she got up and sat in front of a mole hole most of the day. She seems to have the heart of an ice fisherman. No matter the conditions, she has set up her shanty and is willing to wait for the big catch.

I take a midday drive on a regular basis. Sometimes it is a waste of time, but most of the time I return home with a sleeping child. I like to drive up to the north and look at our house from a distance. It was so nice and sunny today I lost my sense of season while looking at a tree whose leaves had wilted to a pale spring green.

The upstairs floor system is in place. It is an amazing grid-work put together above sheetrock and on top of the beams. The subfloor will be completed after plumbing and electricity are in place. The big excitement came at the end of this week when the excavator showed up to work on the septic system. Getting our septic done is a big step towards moving in. I think we will be able to winter inside our house, but I expect I will still have house building news to report when the fishermen cut holes in the ice and later when the spring green appears on the trees.