It’s not really fall, if you count from the Equinox. But September feels autumnal enough that I put away my collection of summer mugs, with their flowers and tomatoes, and pulled out the fall collection.
It’s cool and cloudy, and it rained overnight, about as perfect an autumn day as you could hope for. I have all the windows open. I went and picked about 2 pounds of thai peppers and roasted them for freezing, so I’ll have my own peppers through the winter. I’m making chicken broth, to freeze in ice cube trays, and will make some small zucchini breads with more garden bounty, to freeze for the winter.
I barely buy vegetables in the grocery store. An old housemate once admonished that all my food is “processed,” and I should eat more fresh vegetables. To which I replied that all their vegetables were grown in Chile, and how fresh is that, really?
There’s a little bit of extra broth that won’t fit into the ice cube trays, plus chicken meat from the backs that I used for the broth. There’s broccoli, chard, carrots, potatoes, and of course more zucchini in the garden, and some frozen puff pastry in the freezer. So that sounds like a pot pie for dinner!
When everything’s done, I’ll walk up to the grocery store in growing sunshine, and enjoy my sort of fall day.
(This is the sort of journal I’d have put on MyFolia in days past. Ah, well. Join me here, or on Facebook, now.)
Not Dabbling In Normal 
That is a damn good looking tomato!
It’s a “Belgian Pounder” and it’s misnamed because these things are the size of a child’s soccer ball.
The weather here has warmed suddenly. Within two days I went from long sleeves to short sleeves. It feels like spring but still nearly 3 weeks to the spring equinox. The plants are stirring, too, as are the insects.
After one cool and one coolish day we’re apparently having humid and hot today. But then it looks like we’re back to fall weather again. I love it, but my corn and tomatoes are not as sanguine.