An early frost again this year means no pumpkins for us.
Most folks think it’s climate change, others claim it’s the Grand Solar Minimum. I suggest it’s something else completely—chemical ice nucleation for weather modification. I don’t think mother nature swings quite like that without the hands of man involved. I suppose only time will tell.
I will today, however, stay focused on the nice and easy, if only to prove I can manage to do such a thing whenever I choose.
So, here’s a fun family walk.
And a huge harvest of sweet potatoes, along with some ginger and tumeric, too.
And a sweet little harvest of honey and wax.
And to end, a tender and thoughtful bow to a dear man we’ve lost today, sparing him, and our extended family, of potentially many painful years coping with a debilitating disease. A merciful passing for which we are grateful.
May he rest in peace.