My garden's last gasp.
Sadly, we didn't get to do the Monday night ride. Bry wussed-out because he thought it would be too cold, the guy had things he needed to get done and G. was off in Mexico, sunning on the beach. (it's hard not to hate her a little right now) I have to say, Mondays are way lamer without the ride and margaritas to look forward to. I guess I'm going to have to get over it, because it will only get colder out in the next few months. Sigh.
There are good things about the cold weather, and I'll just have to try to appreciate them. I do love hibernating. Even though I resist it, I actually like slowing down and relaxing more than I do in the Summer. Even though I haven't done it much, I'm getting excited about sitting down and writing more. I'm also fond of that feeling when we have a big snow in the evening and I don't have to be anywhere or drive in it and I can look out my window and see it sparkling under the streetlight and appreciate how insulated everything feels. I guess as with anything, we have to sacrifice things with every season, in order to get to the good stuff.