John and I celebrated our floating anniversary (it is either the anniversary of our first date or first kiss… there is some dispute
We have already passed through the nice, Indian summer portion of fall (temperatures in the upper 70s here last week) and now are firmly in the cold, rainy, and miserable portion of fall. I spent a lot of the last couple of weeks traveling for work, so I didn’t even get to enjoy the nice bits of fall.
Today has been so gloomy and overcast that it has felt like it was early evening since about 11am. In other words, it has been a good day to stay indoors and do chores.
The weekend before last, John and I retired the garden for the year. Despite the fact that there were still green tomatoes on the vine and some of the vegetables were still trying gamely to product flowers, we had had several frosts. And frosts equal the effective end of the growing and ripening system. We removed the irrigation system of weeper hoses and coiled them up in the shed for next year. Ditto the tomato cages. Those were pulled up, cleaned off, folded neatly, and stacked in a corner of the shed. All of the vegetables and herbs, with the exception of the rosemary (which is an evergreen) and the sage (which is also used to colder climates) were pulled up and chopped into the soil, to provide fertilizer for next year. A couple of rounds of fallen leaves have also been shopped up (via the lawnmower) and layered over the fallow garden as well.
We even ripped out and dug up the blackberry and raspberry vines. Those were pretty much a failed experiment. We never got enough berries off of them to make them worthwhile (the birds saw to that) and they were so aggressive that it was a constant battle to keep them from overgrowing the vegetables.
I also brought my houseplants back inside, which I honestly should have done weeks ago. The two Christmas cacti are just fine, but the African violets were pretty frost nipped. One of them has died, but the other might still be able to recover from its extended sojourn out of doors.
The weekend before that (so three weeks ago) we were up in Cleveland visiting with my parents, and celebrating my brother’s newly-minted PhD degree. The parts was a very enjoyable all-day buffet while friends and family came and went. By now my brother has probably moved out to California to join our other two brothers while he looks for a job in industry. (He has no desire to do a post-doc or to stay in academia, and I cannot say that I blame him.)
Right now, I kind of wish that I were out on the west coast as well. Sunny skies, warmer temperatures, and better weather than here.