“What is that delightful odor? Could it be pumpkin spice…” If the dog smells like steer manure then it must be fall in our household. True story, it’s autumn, finally. Chilly night’s, the garden is dying a slow autumn death and I can finally wear my Ugg’s again. My boyfriend set out to fertilize our …
The first gust of chilly wind blowing into our mountain town means here comes fall! Fall is back with a vengenous as soon as the mosquitos stop biting, the days get a little colder and we have frost on the roofs in our neighborhood. It also has me frantically scrambling to cover my precious tomatoes …
Mid-October. Fall blasted into our mountain town this early a.m. with an arctic chill as I pulled the mostly dead and dying tomato plants out of our once splendid garden. I tried to save the last few tomatoes but they were greenish and half frozen, oozing juice and probably left out in the mountain cold for two …
When I’m out hiking my favorite leaf covered trails those first few crisp and cool days of autumn I’m usually not fantasizing about cauliflower mash. I’m more than likely planning out what salad I will have for lunch when we get back home to Big Bear Lake. Okay, maybe as my feet pound out the …
Today amongst the falling fall leaves floating in the mountain breeze, I voted for the first time in the city of Big Bear Lake and I also made the most unbelievable mint chutney. I tried to do my civic duty with my mail in ballot but I filled out one of the state propositions very, …