I've been looking at this sink at every art fair since I came to State College. We told the artist that we are going to build a house around his sink; since this is the first bit of interior furnishings we have, that was almost correct.
Jerry will bring out a load of finished timbers in the Toy Shed late next week. Staging begins. We haven't heard from Michael this week; he's working on the foundation plans. We haven't heard from Tim at Moon Brothers either; he's working on changing the elevations by 6" to allow a step down into the garage.
Fall is definitely approaching. We've had heavy fog each morning this week. Most of the time we are above the clouds. From the top of the hill by the fence I can look across the Valley and think of Kilimanjaro, an island poking through the clouds. It's been cold too, blanket weather if we leave the doors open.
Cedar Waxwings and starlings are flocking. We have a flock of 10 or more waxwings at the top of the oaks in the beergarten (AKA chicken run. On my drive to work I see great flocks of black birds swooping and flying as one or evenly spaced on road signs or wires.
We still have hummingbirds, but are checking diligently for their departure. I think it won't be long.
Another sign of fall is the bell-like bugling of the elks next door. The sound echoes off the mountains and trees. I suppose our cockerels' calls do also.
Leaves are turning yellow; the potties and parking markers are out at Penn State. Football starts tomorrow.
