Cold

Too cold in Santa Cruz today to even tear down the rest of the garden. My final heirloom tomatoes have ripened, after having been put in a box and placed on top of the fridge for God knows how long--weeks, it seemed. They sat next to the sourdough starter I've been nurturing along (amazing that, though I hate to do things like vacuum, I love to do culinary experiemnts such as homemade sourdough starter). The plants upon which the tomatoes grew are long gone to Tomato Plant Heaven.

I had a lengthy dream last night as to how to make rosewater from various types of roses--there was an old man in my dream who spent a great deal of time showing me how, and yet in my waking moments, I can't remember a thing about it all, only that he was a patient teacher and the roses he used were beautiful! The dream reminded me to cut down the very last roses in the garden before the frost ruins them--there's been ice on the front deck every day.

Not much to report today other than that, just this coldness, the garden falling to winter sleep, and a sense of gratitude for not only the good things that have happened for my family in the last few days, but for life in general. I wake every day to a good life, to a life of peace where I have a roof over my head, a warm house, meals on the table, and people who love me--and that is a wonderful thing, isn't it? I think so! :)