The last rose...
I woke up this morning to the thermometer reading a very chilly 40 degrees. The wind is howling at 40MPH
which to my calculations buts us below freezing. Our Floribunda rose has pushed out its last hurrah, the leaves on the trees are falling, and the smell of ripening apples is in the air. I think I'll be staying inside today and light a nice warm fire to keep warm. Perhaps those apples are calling me to make my DH's favoirte apple pie...it is his birthday afterall!