weekend

It's been a nice weekend. On Friday night, we were treated by my company to night at the Symphony -- Concord, not Boston, but they were darned good. They played a Mozart piece (Prague Symphony, familiar to me, not to Robert). They played a weird moody Debussy piece, which included the Concord Women's chorus for the last movement. The words seemed to be something like "aah aah." And they played a Rachmaninoff piano concerto with a rockin' 20-something (maybe even in his late teens) who had understandably won awards and who, on Friday night, made the piano sing.

Last night, we journeyed to Montague, a tiny charming town in Western Central Massachusetts, for a very fun contra dance. We'd agonized about whether to go to our own home dance in Boston, and decided on heading west rather than east for the smaller venue and friends we don't see as frequently.

We drove out during the last bits of daylight and enjoyed some fall color -- *as if* we weren't getting enough of it by just glancing out the windows at home. Still, it's fun to see from a moving car and to know that some people actually come visit to see it.

It was about 40 degrees when we were driving home, but sometime in the middle of the night, the temperature must have dropped a little lower. When we woke up this morning, there was a hard frost on the ground and Robert was completely congested. We decided to inaugurate the burning season in our wood stove, and we have a nice little fire going at the moment.

I'm going to get adventurous in the kitchen a little later (only with food and our intended dinner), but we should be topping off the end of the weekend with a good and likely multicultural meal.

This week marks that twentieth and last week at the farm. I'll probably order the special "fall harvest" delivery, so it's really my penultimate visit for the year. Fall is definitely with us. We are hunkering down for the duration.