The first cold morning
The pond had a thin skin of ice on it today, gone by ten. Took the long way round and came home with cold ears and a pocket full of chestnuts I have no plan for.
Bread, attempt eleven
Less water, longer in the fridge overnight. The crust finally cracks the way it should. The crumb is still tighter than I would like, but I ate half of it standing at the counter, so I am calling it a success.
A film camera from the flea market
Bought for almost nothing, and the shutter sounds right. The first roll came back with light leaks along one edge. I like them more than I expected to, so the tape can wait.
Why keep notes at all
Mostly so that next year I can check when the first frost came and whether I did anything about the bread. Nothing here is important, and that is rather the point.