With a few hard frosts already under our autumn belt, I assumed that our outside blooms were long over. It was a happy surprise when I discovered in a hidden section of our back porch, these fuchsia and begonia flowers, still intact and still in bloom. The immediately brought me back to early summer, when the season was fresh and new, and hope seeped out of every living thing. It was the start of our beautiful coquette summer, and life was a beautiful pink gingham fantasy.
It feels far away, but it was only a few months, and in that same span of time we’ll be returning to spring next year. In spite of several hard frosts, this fall has been remarkably kind, weather-wise. It’s stayed warm – so much so that Andy was swimming on Halloween – something that has never happened before – and the pool is still open with a possibility of one more dip today or tomorrow. We’ve already made a deep dent into fall, and it hasn’t really felt like it – may that mean a swift move through winter as well. We can slow things down again in the spring.
