There it is, right there on the thermometer, permission to give the garden over to the squirrels. Yipee. I am always glad when the season is over (even though that means winter is coming). I even managed to get all of the hoses unhooked before this first frost. There are still things to be done. I’m going to yank out the tomato plants, then add some alpaca poop and till it in. We’ll see what kind of tomatoes I get next year! That manure is definitely different than what I am used to, living on a farm/ranch/feedlot for 30 years. My neighbors brought this stuff to me and I have to say, it has a certain quality when it comes to holding soil from eroding down a steep slope, so I’ll let you know how it works in the garden.
In a week, my Florida kids will be arriving and that means GRAND KID! I am so excited to see them. It is always such a hoot when we get both grand kids together. I can’t get enough of it. We are also coming up on the one year anniversary of Dean’s passing. I am told that this next year, as each holiday passes, it won’t be such a hurdle, his absence won’t be so obvious. I’m not sure, not yet. I know that time works wonders in helping us cope and in healing the wounds, and I also know that moving forward is a choice. At some point, you either choose to move on or you choose to wallow in it. But I believe that we will always miss him. I know for me, I am choosing to remember only the good things (my rose colored glasses have full tint). I want it that way.
The reds and yellows of fall have moved down from the mountains to brighten my yard. I always think of it as the last hurrah of the year. I am thankful for all my blessings: my healthy, beautiful grandchildren and their wonderful, loving parents, my home, and my mom – coming up on her 93rd birthday. Life is good.