Homegrown
The last of our orange pumpkins now sits on our front steps. In a funny juxtaposition, the pumpkin, which represents all things fall, sits in front of the jasmine, which only grows here in the summertime. The other pumpkins are inside, making the space feel like fall. The snow on the tops of the mountains, the need for the heater, and the freezing temperatures also signal that fall has arrived in the mountains. Luckily, the white pumpkins, which are still ripening on the vine, didn’t freeze overnight and will hopefully continue to get whiter.
Tonight I am trying a new recipe, which, if all goes well, will be posted tomorrow. Also, the Corpse Bride village is underway… photos to come when it’s ready.






