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.
One response to “The Autums Leaves Eventually Just Let Go”
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.