|Newly planted mums.|
Monday, September 7, 2015
Labour Day, 2015
My roofers failed to show up as promised; they also failed to communicate. I am not happy; there are better ways to enjoy the remains of summer (hot, hazy day with cicadas buzzing gently in the background) than by waiting for workmen not to show. I finished the collar on another Glenora jacket, communicated with test knitters, and watered the front garden instead.
It's Frosh Week at Queen's and I can hear the sound of the students beginning to overtake the insect noises. Labour Day always feels as though it should be New Year's Day--it must be the rhythm that comes from living in a university town.