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Have I ever mentioned how much I love this time a year? I do. The best time of year by far.
Granted, it's starting a little early this year. We're ridiculously dry up here and cold, early, so the leaves are starting to turn already. It froze last night out by my folks so we went out at half time (Go Pack!) to pick the last of the tomatoes that looked like they could possibly ripen yet. Pulled in some peppers and the last of the cabbage. It's supposed to freeze HARD tonight, so I would say that the gardening days are done. This is the time of year I always wished we would have planted some rutabagas (Swede/Swedish Turnip to the Europeans on the list) because Rutabaga's are always best when they've been in the ground for a good freeze or two. They are hard work to grow, though, and cheap to buy so we don't plant them much.
Still, it's supposed to warm up (at least to normal 60 degree nights) for a bit and there is a chance for rain (Yay - we are seriously short on rain up here). I love rainy fall days almost as much as sunny ones. I love walking out in the morning to a cool blast of air and the sharp, musky smell of fallen leaves. The sounds of rustling because of wind or wildlife. Everything is changing -- colors, coats, time -- and it just sweeps you along into that new beginning.
See fall isn't the end. Sure, summer is over, but new things are coming. There's a new school year. New colors for the trees to wear. A new crispness that chases away the lazy doldrums of the heat. New foods to harvest. A new chance to fill your freezer. A new opportunity to be thankful for everything the world provides. A new change that gets the blood pumping and the blood racing. It's the time of year when everything that you've seen all summer long are new and different.
They really are golden days.
Granted, it's starting a little early this year. We're ridiculously dry up here and cold, early, so the leaves are starting to turn already. It froze last night out by my folks so we went out at half time (Go Pack!) to pick the last of the tomatoes that looked like they could possibly ripen yet. Pulled in some peppers and the last of the cabbage. It's supposed to freeze HARD tonight, so I would say that the gardening days are done. This is the time of year I always wished we would have planted some rutabagas (Swede/Swedish Turnip to the Europeans on the list) because Rutabaga's are always best when they've been in the ground for a good freeze or two. They are hard work to grow, though, and cheap to buy so we don't plant them much.
Still, it's supposed to warm up (at least to normal 60 degree nights) for a bit and there is a chance for rain (Yay - we are seriously short on rain up here). I love rainy fall days almost as much as sunny ones. I love walking out in the morning to a cool blast of air and the sharp, musky smell of fallen leaves. The sounds of rustling because of wind or wildlife. Everything is changing -- colors, coats, time -- and it just sweeps you along into that new beginning.
See fall isn't the end. Sure, summer is over, but new things are coming. There's a new school year. New colors for the trees to wear. A new crispness that chases away the lazy doldrums of the heat. New foods to harvest. A new chance to fill your freezer. A new opportunity to be thankful for everything the world provides. A new change that gets the blood pumping and the blood racing. It's the time of year when everything that you've seen all summer long are new and different.
They really are golden days.
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Date: 2008-09-10 04:32 am (UTC)From: