It happened sooner than I was expecting. The seedheads and weeds were overtaking the garden faster than the late summer wildflowers could climb up and over them to crowd them on out. And the days were rapidly cooling. And getting shorter.
It's fall. I don't care what the calendar says. And things are dying.
So we've been quietly planning our upcoming vacation in New York, and finally locked in our reservations today. Here's how it all shook out:
It is way too cold in my house. I am all wrapped up in two blankets with my fleece pullover pulled over my chin. I keep trying to convince my boycat to come sit on my feet to warm my toes but he is having none of it.