Saturday night we had the first “killing frost” of the fall. I thought that those of you whose weather remains among freezing would like to see the results of such a frost on my annual zinnia bed. Overnight, the plants die and the flowers wither. On the left is the July view, on the right the view this morning. I take a deep sigh and realize that winter is around the corner for sure.
My husband has swapped out all the screens for the storm windows. This is an annual November ritual which brings both the joy of the quiet and the recognition that the cold is settling in. He also puts all the wooden strips he made a few year ago to seal the edges of our old windows. They are lovely with their wood frames, but used to let quite a lot of cold air in. The air conditioners are stored until next May. We turn the furnace up in the mornings, having it turned down while we sleep. We haven’t converted to a digital one, preferring to set it ourselves.
The snowblower is ready in case the snow forecast for this Friday actually occurs. The lawnmower hasn’t been stored yet since my husband uses it to chop up leaves into mulch. But soon it will be drained of gasoline and the blades taken of to be sharpened. The afternoons are dark around 4:30 and it will be a many months before the grass will grow enough to be cut.
I made an apple pie to reward my master gardener, but also as a signal that fall is really here. Soup tonight and maybe a stack of good books for the long evenings to come.