As reluctant as I am to admit it, it’s almost time to start being nostalgic about summer and start pretending to enjoy the advent of fall.
Can I live without spiced cider and cozy mittens? Yes. Yes, I can. There’s a reason for all those homey treats: to keep our fingers from falling off our frozen hands.
Since it’s almost over, it’s okay now to exult over how wonderful the weather has been without fear of jinxing it. Nice long spring, super-mild summer days, cool nights–we haven’t known what to do with ourselves down here. Where were the nights in the 90’s? Where were the three-digit dog days? Not quite enough rain, but almost enough rain.
The flowers haven’t burned up. The lettuce stood a chance.
The berries were happy.
I don’t want it to go.
To help myself get over it and move on, I’m putting together a post on the seamy side of summer.
There will be cabbage moth larvae, and plenty of them.