I don't have any wonderful end-of-harvest tales to share ... Truthfully, after the Summer full of changes I've had, I haven't even caught up with Fall yet, and here we are staring down the barrel of winter already. I always think this time of year is when people want to read about yummy, gourd-ish recipes, and delightful preserves garnished with photographs of beautiful settings, tablescapes, larders, and pantries stuffed full of a home-canned bounty amassed from our Summer gardens. That's not going to happen ... along with all of the other blog-promises I've broken this year. Why stop now? Ok, that really wasn't the sentiment behind it all. It just seems the internet presence is the first thing sacrificed when real life (yeah, that thing we do outside of pixels) gets real, and needs real attention.
Hopefully, I'll get to hang out here a little bit more in the upcoming days, and make somewhat good on all of the intentions I had at the beginning of the year around this joint. After all, you know what they say about good intentions ... gulp.
