Very much hope that you had a happy Turkey Day. We had a smallish group, though certainly big enough: Judy and I, our sons Daniel and David, and their partners Beckee and Meredith.
At any given time starting about noon, most of us were squeezed into the kitchen working on the many dishes needed for our feast, though my role was limited mostly to washing dishes and quick trips for last minute groceries.
The time has come to start writing about the 2019 Garden Bloggers Fling in earnest. One thing I have wondered about: why is it Bloggers? Shouldn’t it be Bloggers’, with an apostrophe? It’s a mystery. In any case, these Fling posts may make you feel disoriented as to time because the photos are from June and it’s chilly November outside.
We had snow in Chicago this past weekend, followed by temperatures in the single digits. This puts me in mind of how rude it is for guests to arrive excessively early, as when January decides to show up in November.
It’s late autumn, and you know what that means: raking leaves, cutting back plants, and stuffing the resulting plant debris into giant brown paper bags. But does it have to mean that? In my case, for the most part, it does not.