I trudged through what was left of it all as the chilly air rustled the vines. A green tomato here, a few cucumbers there. The last of the zucchini. Glads just starting to show color were picked, and zinnias and sunflowers cut and plopped in vases. All that remains are the cold hardy carrots and squash.
The first freeze of the Fall season seems to come earlier each year. But this year I was ready for it to happen. I took on some huge canning and preserving projects this year, and I'm almost out of jars and Ziploc freezer bags. It's time to get out the slow cooker for chili and the pie pans for apple pie. Warm oatmeal cookies will now be dunked in hot cocoa rather than cold milk, and the finest of the red wines will be poured with dinner.
Living in Northern Minnesota grants us four seasons of change, and Fall is the one I look forward to most of all. Fuzzy blankets come out of closets, slippers are coaxed from under the bed, and cozy sweatshirts are folded neatly in the closet, ready to be worn while I cuddle up with a good book and a hot cup of coffee on the couch. I will miss porch sitting, watching the sun set with a cold glass of iced tea in hand, but the warmth of the beauty of Fall will suit me just fine.
2 comments:
I covered but it didn't freeze down here yet, unlike you, I was not ready to give up. But also unlike you, I did not have a ginormous garden!
So glad you can be done with that hobby for now, and enjoy a good book or two.
I love the way you write, Heather, and I'm ready for Fall too. This post makes me want to cook up something WARM. :o)
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