Fall is Here. . .

Dear Reader,

Summer has given way to fall here in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.  The trees have burst forth in color, and cool nights have set in.

With the first frost in the forecast, I picked the last of my tomatoes from my prolific plants and put them in bowls to ripen in the still warm daily sun.  I cut several bunches of basil and parsley and stored those in the freezer for winter soups.  I picked the last remaining figs from my enormous fig bush and froze those as well.

It’s hard to let go of the wonderful warm months we’ve had, but each season does bring its own special opportunities for new memories.  While we spend summer weekends on the lake, fall gives us plenty of fun activities, Saturday bike rides with the entire family, walks around our farm with various and assorted foster rescue dogs.

And I’ve been writing, recently completing a novel with the working title of Crossing Tinker’s Knob.  The book is something of a departure for me, set in Virginia and my neck of the woods.  I’ve been working on this book for a good while, and now is the part where I have to send it out into the world and see if it can stand on its own two feet.  I’ll keep you posted.

I’ve also recently started a blog where I talk about the dogs who come into my life through foster rescue.  If you’d like to know more about that, please visit http://www.thisthingcalledrescue.blogspot.com.

Thanks for stopping by!

Inglath