Ferris Wheel & Garden

I rode a ferris wheel last weekend. I got on and tried to remember when the last time I did it was. I know I have, but it's been so long ago I can't remember anything except doing it. I don't remember where I was, or whom I was with, or what I saw.

I was like a kid at Christmas. Look at my face!! And we hadn't even had a glass of wine yet! I usually dislike amusement parks because they're so very overstimulating. But, lesson learned: do the ferris wheel first.

Tonight, we completely picked our garden clean in anticipation of a frost tonight. It was hard to believe that it could get that cold when it was nearly 80 out this afternoon, but even as we picked the wind started.

Our tomatillos conveniently forgot that we live around 6000 feet and are well north of Mexico; the rest of the garden followed suit and I had to look up whether or not green peppers can be frozen (yes, blanched first).

(While we picked, Gracie discovered that sand doesn't taste like brown sugar even though it looks the same, and the boys played 'Killer Zombie Apocalypse' tag like good Mennonite boys.)

It'll be several months before weather is nice enough to consider a carnival again. But I'll wrap my sweater tight around me tomorrow and look forward to drying basil and freezing peppers and green tomatoes tomorrow.