The seasons turn and the sun heads South . . . I'm sorry to see the approaching end of fresh local peaches and tomatoes as well as my little porch garden. But the heat and the current drought make me yearn for wet fall days. And a hard frost that will kill the little gnats that are spreading the disease that has killed so many deer and filled our holler with the smell of death.
In spite of the heat, my thoughts are turning to soups and stews, roasted root vegetables, flannel shirts, and chilly nights by the fireplace. To everything there is a season . . .