It is almost over. The days are getting shorter. I am sick of my “summer throw pillows,” so I brought out the cozy ones.
Do you do end-of-summer things? I like to, for instance, roast local tomatoes to freeze, so we can have really great, fresh tasting spaghetti sauce in the coldest part of winter. We have corn on the cob “before it’s too late.”
When I deadhead the geraniums now, I think about how much I am going to miss them in November. Oh, gosh—November! The beginning of that awful time of year for those of us on Weight Watchers.
I wouldn’t want to live in a place like Florida, though. The seasons never change. Leaves don’t turn. Nobody needs electric blankets. Eating chili never seems appropriate. They don’t need cozy throw pillows, for heaven’s sake!
Nope. I will stay right here in Ohio, where the geraniums don’t last, the heat comes on in September, and it snows. I personally like days that begin to go dark at a reasonable hour—this Daylight Savings Time idea—who came up with that?
Goodbye to one more summer.