Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets. ~ Tom Robbins
It's decidedly fall here. Leaves are turning and falling almost simultaneously. As much as I adore summer, there is something quite special about the smell and light and the feeling fall has. Borderline melancholic with a good dash each of wistfulness and hope - that's how I think of fall. With this new season there seems to be a shot at a fresh start. Plans to make. Pencils to sharpen. Out of summer la la land and into a deeper focus of what's important. Plus, lets not forget new TV season. (Homeland tonight!). In garden-land, things have quieted down considerably, and I'm happy for it. My evenings no longer have to be about watering and weeding and harvesting. Tomatoes are still on the vine and I watch the frost warnings like a hawk. There are a few roots left - the beets and carrots don't mind the chill and are quite forgiving of my neglect. It's put-the-garden-to-bed time, and what better way to use up the last of your hard work than with a big pot of soup bubbling away on the stove. See ya later, summer. Fall is my new best friend and I'm bringing it on with borscht.
