One of my fond memories as a child is raking leaves with my dad when we lived in town. Our house sat across from a lot filled with huge walnut trees. We’d rake those leaves into huge piles on the brick street and then light them on fire. Those days are gone forever. The brick streets still remain but the house is gone, replaced by a retirement home. No one burns leaves any more, so that delicious aroma is missing…
Season’s Turning September days wain,a hint of fall in the air.Time to turn off the air-conditionerand clear the patio of summer’s beauty. Soon, I’ll say goodbye to flourishing okra,green beans, and peppers—turn on grow lights in the basementand prepare for winter days. All the while, I’ll keep in mindSpring springs eternal. Do you have a favorite time of the year? Why is it? As you can tell, I dread winter, mostly because I don’t like to drive in ice and…
In honor of the changing season I pulled these plants from the patio, tucked them in the basement under grow lights, and wrote this poem: Season’s Change October has come and gone. Time to bring plants in before freeze. Gone is the gentle south wind and warm summer breeze. Check the furnace and fireplace. Make sure they’re ready to go. Tune up the blower in preparation for snow. Pull dead plants from flowerbeds, winterize the hoses, rake leaves, sweep the…
The temperature is dropping–time to take the plants off the patio and put them to bed in the basement. Darn! My son, Josh, wheeled the largest ones from the patio to the garage on a dolly just before the rain began. I’ve spent the afternoon pruning the tallest plants so they will fit through the basement door. Even though the trees are beautiful this year, fall always makes me sad. I guess it’s because winter isn’t far away. I looked over…