The Party's Over.

Today, I ripped out my vegetable garden. I try to hold on to it, thinking that if my garden is still growing and green and producing I can hold on to Summer.


I really hate Fall. It does nothing for me but annoy me.

I know, I know, Fall is cider mills and trees changing colors and football and marching bands and everybody LOVES Fall. Well, I do love football and marching bands, but that's not enough to make me love Fall.

Fall means my garden season is coming to an end. Fall means my lovely maple tree is going to turn a very ugly brownish-yellow. Fall means my grass will go dormant and look gross. Fall means a LOT of yard work and pool closing.

The summer garden party is officially over. Fall is here.