Last weekend, the garden woke to 29° F. It was quite a shock to the garden, but the gardener was secretly relieved at the first freeze. Between two motorcycle trips, a train trip, moving my mother to her new home in an independent living facility, and selling her house–insert sigh–I am exhausted in the purest sense of the word.
Thanksgiving is this month, and I hope I have the gumption to cook. I am giving myself permission not to if I don’t.Thanksgiving is this month, and I hope I have the gumption to cook. I am giving myself… Click To Tweet
So, while I would normally run out and cover a few things before the first freeze, this year I did not. Mom’s house closes on November 9, and we’ve nearly finished moving everything off the premises. I’m so grateful for all of the help I’ve received especially from Michael. Hey Mike! He did a yeoman’s job of helping sort and package, lift and tote. In fact, yesterday, we painted. Continue reading “First freeze”