Meteorologists put our area under a frost advisory last night, and they were right. The frost fairies left proof that they were dancing on the rooftops while we were sound asleep. According to the morning paper, ours wasn't a killing frost. In order for it to be a killing frost, there has to be a 23- or 24- degree freeze that lasts 4 to 6 hours and ends the growing season. Ragweeds and other pollens usually disappear with a light frost, but the outdoor mold that brings on most allergic reactions will require a hard freeze before they go away.
We couldn't resist BLT's for supper last evening. Thick slices of juicy red tomatoes, salty bacon fried to a crisp, and a swoosh of mayo on multi-grain bread toasted to a light crunchy brown. For me, a sandwich isn't a sandwich without a generous slice of sweet onion!
So it is that another season is anxiously waiting behind the curtain to step on stage and present us with pumpkins for our doorsteps and gourds for our tables. Oranges and rusts and golds and browns take over where the reds and pinks and lavenders left off. Summer has grown weary, and fall is wide awake and ready to take its place. Another of Nature's orderly and silently sophisticated relay races.
"In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there. To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels." ~Dodinsky