I was warned about the frost, and so took all the remaining basil out of the garden last night. That fresh, deep smell filled the kitchen while I worked cutting it and putting it into little bags. Tonight I believe I will do some pesto making.
I'm not much of a gardener. It's something I believe in more "in theory" than in practice. But I did manage to plant some basil this summer, and now I have some good scents, and good flavors to bring indoors. It's one of the things I like about fall: all of the smells of ripeness.
Around here, it's also the season to get things done before winter sets in. A couple of weeks ago, we had someone out to fix our chimney. A good surprise: the foreman brought his dog along in his truck. A ten month-old puppy. We decided it would be good to let Scout have an impromptu "play date." It has taken this long to get pictures up.