
My fuchsia is still doing quite well considering how bitterly cold and windy it’s been the last few days. My vanilla marigolds in the back are also doing surprisingly well. I continue to water all of my plants and cling to the hope that the simple act of giving them moisture will somehow be enough to keep them alive, perhaps forever. Yet I know their ultimate fate – and they may not have much longer. Some people love fall but I find it depressing. It’s sad to watch the flowers, leaves and grass die, to see the geese begin to fly south for the winter and to feel the darkness creep into our day earlier in the evening and cling tenaciously to the morning.