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| We're seven weeks into autumn, only six left to go. it's finally cold at night, typical high school football weather, and sometimes cold during the day. My elephant ears froze and fell limp to the ground like wilted celery, all mushy. That means the bulbs died, too. If only we had covered them up or cut them off and dug up the bulbs. The basil has shriveled away, and the tarragon's on its way out. But the sage is still thriving and fragrant, and will be here come spring with or without any protection from me. The chives are lush green and ready for harvest. They will die back for the winter and return come spring without my help. It's a gloomy day, but no rain. The local reservoir is starting to fill up again. The local usage restrictions might be lifted later this week. The small birds have flocked to my loaded feeder hanging off the deck. The air is very still. Mother Nature is very quiet today. It gives me the feeling that the weather is about to change. Either a cold rain or snow will come. It's rare to get snow this time of year, but it has happened. Thanksgiving is only a week away. So much to do. Dinners and concerts, birthday parties, baby showers, housekeeping, shopping, etc. I have to catch up on so many things. This time of year races by. I usually feel ready to face Christmas in mid-January. The kids have told me what they want for Christmas. Now they want to bake cookies with sprinkles. They love sprinkles. We'll see. I carried the trash out to the street this morning and stopped to survey the yard. I'm going to have to hire someone to rake this year. I just can't handle it all. The kids in my family aren't big enough yet to handle a rake satisfactorily. Yet despite the work, autumn is my favorite time of year. The beauty of the changing leaves is just a disguise for the fact that the leaves are dying. It's kind of like middle age. Not as young and healthy as before, but still capable of great beauty and awesomeness. |
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