The first hard frost of the season fell overnight. The only vegetable in the garden still producing yesterday were the peppers -- Hungarian and Bell; the frost will have stopped that. Many of the trees have already dropped their leaves -- the ash, the walnut and the poplar -- while the maples out my window still retain many of their red leaves. The cherry trees lining our driveway have left a pleasant number of leaves on the asphalt, making walking to the mailbox a pleasant chore.
The roses on the Southern side of our house seemed to have missed the frost which means that my out-of-control Morning Glories will be spared also. All will need to be pulled and trimmed and cut and raked and swept -- as do we.
Back to Chapter Two, instead.
Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
~Emily Dickinson
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