The Autums Leaves Eventually Just Let Go
Oct 5th, 2008 by Katie
Last night, it frosted in Madison. For those of you who, for whatever reason, are sweating while you read this, take a minute to think about that. While I slept with socks on, outside it was the temperature at which water turns to ice. This is autumn in Wisconsin.
I am not going to lie - I was relieved the frost killed half of my basil plant. The leaves turned from bright green to a dark purple, the color of a deep bruise. I used to go to the garden and wonder how I’d ever be able to capture the abundance; save the basil for later consumption. How many jars of pesto can a girl reasonably expect to make in just one harvest? (I am at twelve and counting.)
I am grateful for the frost and the power of autumn to force you leave somethings behind, undone.
Heh. I was camping Friday night, in a tent on the ground. Yeah, it was COLD. In the morning, my motorcycle (yes, I was camping in a tent on the ground traveling on a motorcycle) was coated with a layer of rime. Brrr! I have a start of the story at my blog.