Fall came to Utah yesterday with a bang, and a lot of whimpering (by me). In fact, were it not for the “September” on my calendar, and the green leaves still on the trees, I’d have thought we were skipping fall and moving straight to winter.
We sat through two different wet, windy, miserable soccer games in the morning (one for me, one for Matt). Instead of coming home and working on the yard, as I had planned (Matt had “stain the fence” scheduled in his palm pilot) we watched snow dust the last of our summer flowers.
I reluctantly pulled out the plug-in pumpkin night light, and the fall berry wreath.
With a heavy heart, I plucked every green tomato from my plants (the weather had said it would freeze, which it did). I picked more green than our entire harvest of red this year.
I love, love, love fall, but yesterday’s drizzle made me miss the sun already.
What’s good about fall (shiver, shiver)?
Kids in footed jammies:
A bumper crop of quince on our flowering tree,which I’m inexplicably delighted by:
(That’s the entire crop. Last year it only had one, so this is huge.)
The quince tree (bush?) looks like this in the spring (I adore it):
Anyone know how to make quince jelly?
And, there’s the promise of Halloween, which as you might imagine, is a pretty big deal around here — it is discussed daily, to the point that poor Jon may need a paper chain to keep track of the days leading up to the fun. The anticipation is killing him. More on that later.