It was 36 degrees when I woke up this morning. I don’t think the basil I had outside (yet to be planted out) was too thrilled. Or, probably, my pineapple. I’d been keeping that as a houseplant, but it was getting much too big for my tiny room, so I’m going to give it away. I had thought that, seeing as it was up in the 90’s several times already, that I could put it outside without too much worry. Well, I should have guessed it was going to get chilly. It’s Murphy’s law. Despite the low temperatures this morning, it’s up to 80 now. I tell you, if I really followed the advice on the back of the seed packets and waited to plant things out until “night temperatures remained above 60 degrees” I wouldn’t plant anything out until the middle of August–things would have their perfect weather for about 2.6 weeks.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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