Fall arrives

The summer officially ends _ and fall begins at 10:49 a.m. this morning.

As always, there a mix of emotions. It’s the most glorious season around here, and it has a temperature my large fair-skinned Central European heritage body is happy with. My dog Bella _ a German shepherd – agrees. She is generally agreeable to anything that involves her running around a lot.

But there is also the realization that the gardens of summer are coming to an end. I have bush beans and little else growing. I have one pumpkin to pick. The tomatoes, my summer joy, are nearly done. I have to tear up the garden. I have to cut and split firewood, And then, there are leaves to rake.