Winter's in the air. You can feel it when you walk around in the evenings, it follows you in a shadow of smells. Rotting leaves, wood being burned in wood stoves and fireplaces. Titmice are stocking up on sunflower seeds.
I've made the first batch of pesto with all the basil that's been growing on the back patio, and it turned out well enough. The first batch of plants that've been outdoor all summer long are coming in, as well. They are taking over, slowly, but surely.
A seed-grown AV's been outperforming itself; however, the flowers aren't stick-tite, so chances are, 'll be getting rid of it in a flurry of last-minute Gardenweb trading-for-postage.
I wish there was more to say, but words fail me. Probably from disuse; silence on paper is viral.
