I woke up this morning, reluctantly threw back the bed covers, and climbed out of bed. The chilly air hit my skin like a splash of cold water; a familiar frostiness that is as much a part of my definition for “frosty morning” as tiny ice crystals glittering on the ground and breaths curling in visible clouds. The outdoor thermometer read 35° and the heat pump was minutes away from kicking on for the first time since April.
Aah, finally. Fall is here. Time to bring in the geranium and the aloe. Time to harvest the last of the tomatoes and all the basil for pesto. Time to deck the halls with pumpkins, bats and spiders. Welcome October! I've missed you.
