The pungent and delightful smell of apples envelops my car on the 10 miles drive between my house and my brother's.
Jack Frost attacked both the flower and vegetable garden last night. As for the zucchini plant - we said F.I.N.A.L.L.Y.
The hanging begonia was secured in the garage for the night because I just couldn't part with it yet.
Last Thursday's rain in the valley left termination dust on the top of the mountains. That is a good place for it. Karmyn and I talked today about her experience as Tinker Bell covered in a snow suit one Halloween when she was small.
I prepared three batches of grape jelly this afternoon. I picked them, crushed them, cooked them, and then hubby helped me fill the jars. Unfortunately, the first batch may need to be used as "syrup." Pancakes, anyone?
The birds of summer have flown to destinations south. I've noted the return of Pine Siskins and Juncos.
The familiar feathered friends help with the transition, but I'm not ready for winter.