Peppers wrapped up in their blanket for the night
We had our first frost last night with a temp of 33 this morning at dawn. It's supposed to be 29 tonight so we broke out the remay again and tucked in the pepper plants to keep them snug as they are still laden with fruit. With chilly nights the leaves are hitting their peak; hickories golden, dogwoods and sourwoods deep red and maple leaves, that look like licking red and yellow flames, litter the ground. The fig tree will now drop its leaves and give off a scent of coconut as you pass by. The ginko will start its slow transformation from green, to lime, to pale yellow, to gold.
There are still a few flowers in bloom, the asters and mums will fade soon now, they've been putting on a show for several weeks. The Nelly Moser Clematis above has cheered me with a nice set of late flowers. And a new plant that David brought home, already spectacular with its purple flowers, has leaves that have now started turning from a velvety greenish-gray to crimson. I don't know its name but it promises to be a highlight in the garden, a tender perennial that supposedly dies back in the winter and regrows to 2-3 feet in the spring.
We had a swell brunch with our good friends John and Michele; prosecco mimosas, whole grain pancakes, maple syrup, soysage and an apple-walnut salad. Afterwards we took a long walk around the land and up the mountain, marveling at the turning leaves like stained glass against the blue sky. I relish the change in the season, the coming long nights, fires in the stove, making the house feel toasty, safe and secure.
It's good to be alive.