With the autumnal flocking of birds and rustling leaves whisking by my window, I try to wash one or two when the sun shows its fickle face. At least the ones I missed in spring with my scattershot approach. The window of opportunity is scant and fleeting (no pun intended). With a spray bottle of vinegar and water and several sections of newspaper—grandma’s mode of attack—I start. Drying with newspaper is how she did it, and the task always brings back memories of her. We’d be on the roof—one of my sisters or me—to wash the outside of the dormers, while grandma on the inside meticulously pointed out the spots we missed.
With grandma gone, I admit to the occasional bottle of store-bought window cleaner and a rag, but I always feel vaguely guilty about it, as if she were watching. For streak-free, squeaky-clean windows, vinegar and newspaper are not only cheaper than the dirt caught in the sills but will give you perfection beyond compare.
Some things can only be done on a sunny day, but with a dearth of those, my
flowerbeds are overgrown, the pear didn’t get trimmed, nor the strawberries
weeded, and garlic is yet to be planted. What can be done on these dreary, rainy
days? Baking chocolate crinkles, walnut
leek tarts, and canning pickled beets. Reading under a blanket and writing with
laptop balanced on said lap as Hitchcockian flocks of birds fill the trees and flood
the sky outside these freshly washed windows, for winter’s coming.