So, it's still unpleasantly hot here but cool days are coming. I can't wait for jeans and corduroy and scarves and blankets. And as long as I am imagining cool weather, I'm also imagining a shady old screened porch laced with leaf shadows, an old army cot and a shelf of ratty paperbacks, and an afternoon with nowhere particular to be. Inside the house, I can smell someone baking apple crisp, and I am filled with happy anticipation for dinner later. I kick off my moccasins (always a footwear staple for me, fashionable or not) and curl up under a cozy shawl, preparing to lose myself in A Girl of the Limberlost for the thousandth time until I fall into a nice drowse.