Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Last week we were having global warming. As a citizen of the world, I knew I should be worried. But as a tropical flower and reluctant transplant from the West coast, I was in bliss. It was the beginning of November, and the temperatures were in the 70s. I was picking tomatoes and roses.
Yesterday, clouds snuck down from the North (curse you, Canada, with your cold, cold winds!) and by afternoon we had the first smattering of snowflakes. It would freeze overnight. So I went out and cut all the end-of-summer roses off my ancient, thorny, no-varietal-name, granny rose bush and brought them in for one last breathe of Summer. I've been smelling their scent of apples, honey, and sunshine, all day and trying to store it up to last me through winter.