Summer Ends


I've been using October 12, 2024 - my annual marathon date - as the end of summer all year long. That marks #15. With age-grading, #5 fastest. 

Not terribly surprisingly, it turns out that it truly is the end of summer. Leaves are at full color, and this week we will get a hard freeze.

I pulled the last of the vegetables: some tomatoes, the second lettuce crop planted in early September (which produced very well indeed), and, of course, jalapeño peppers (which went berserk and couldn't be stopped).

Hopefully the grass / clover seedlings that I planted over the past few weeks after ripping out the creeping Charlie have set. The first part of the lawn that I did this seems to be in good shape. I'm worried about the bits that I only got around to seeding last week. There is a haze of green across all the bits that were laid waste to in the culling.

We ate a squash soup for dinner. There's a fire in the fireplace to keep the house warm. 

Fall is here.





 



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