There is nothing like the first frost and sub 32 degree F night to awaken awareness of fall seasons's onset. Crisp cold air, crunchy dried leaves tumbling from trees, flower heads bending and dripping seedlings; The pumpkin vine is stretched across the garden, alas the lone pumpkin still greenish . Tomatoes and peaches warming in the kitchen window for final ripening, having been spared the shriveling chilled night.
Time to think of pies baking, quilt designs, warm fires with a good book. Or maybe a brisk walk with the dogs kicking up orange and yellow maple leaves and chasing squirrels busily hiding nuts.
