Fall Has Come . . .

Hello my dear friends,

I have returned from my San Diego adventure and found it spilling over with sun and fun and the "holiday delight" that Lydia and I so eagerly sought. I have oodles of pictures to upload, download, sort, crop, review, and choose. So, I daresay it will be a day or two before the travelogue arrives for you to enjoy.

In the meantime, I have found definite proof that Autumn plans to visit us here in Northern California. Despite the warm temps and floriferous riot of roses and such blanketing my gardens, the ripening of fruit and turning of leaves has begun. However, while so many of you have pulled out the woolies and placed a pot of soup on the stove, we have returned to the warm gardens for laughing and dancing and relishing the cooling trend that often feels like a second spring. The garden responds with blossoms and fragrance rivalling June days.

So I leave off with a pic of a pick from our wild pears . . .


. . . And the forethinking duties of a gardener that must have color and fragrance in the dull days of winter. (Though they be ever so short a spate by many a standard, the dark days of winter lighten up for me when suffused with the scent of a Delft Blue hyacinth blooming in my frosted windowsill.)



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As for pics from the San Diego trip:

I shall supply just a nibble . . .

. . . And a peek.

Farewell for today, my sweet friends. I must run through the gardens, gather a big bouquet of roses for the table, accompany Rachel to piano lessons, and end with a jaunt through the market for some fresh vegetables and such as we prepare to feast en pleine air on this first day of Autumn.

Happy Autumnal Equinox!