Now at 60°, I need a jacket, long sleeves are simply not enough. Anything below 45° just requires a coat, gloves, and boots. I used to wear my sandals until the temperature dropped below 40°, but no more. As I checked all the water tubs this morning I thought of how we just adapt to gradual change, in most areas of life. Ten years was certainly not sudden, but I have literally changed in that timeframe. I'm so thankful to have a nice heavy chore jacket, and I do have a winter coat that needs to be donated next trip to town. Comparatively speaking, I'm also quite thankful for pretty mild winters and so grateful to not have to drive in winter traffic.
I do have one complaint today, however. As the seasons change, of course the amount of daylight hours change as well. Homesteading truly affords the opportunity to enjoy the spring evenings as they lengthen into summer nights. There is also a crisp serenity as summer fades into autumn and then . . . the first weekend of November darkness falls suddenly, in the afternoon! The first two weeks of November, I've found myself ready to go to bed before nine o'clock at night. I desperately try to endure until 10, because I don't want to begin the day at 3am, waiting for the rooster to wake up and crow.
My bedtime is now dark-thirty!
