(This looks like somewhere in China to me. Not that I've ever been there, so what do I know?)
The tomatoes in our garden are dead. The zucchini is dead. The basil is black, black, black, and dead. I can't stop thinking about them. Why didn't I get over there and pick them one last time before they froze? Why didn't I gather up a bunch of herbs to freeze for pesto or in ice cube trays? I meant to find out about how to do that, and then I meant to do it. It just all happened so fast!
I guess it's a good thing we're not actually depending on any of those crops for our sustenance, or our livelihood. Let that be a lesson to me not to procrastinate the day of my repentance.
On a happier note, it turns out the leaves in the canyon are lovely even in the snow.
I know why you procrastinated . . . new baby! You were taking care of your adorable little girl (and three boys!) -- a noble task, to be sure. I've forgotten how time-consuming newborns can be, so I can empathize. You're doing a fabulous job! (I love the pictures, too).
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