Changing Seasons

I think we set some weather records this month. Most of September was sunny and mild. Absolutely gorgeous.

And then one day it was winter. Just like that. On Saturday, I gathered the last batch of peas, and on Sunday, Mike and I harvested the carrots, beets, garlic, onions, and potatoes–while it snowed.

The freezer is jam-packed, the garage smells like onions (that will go away), and the potatoes are growing thicker skins. The garden beds are put to bed. We’re all ready for winter.

Well, mostly.

I’m not sure what this plant is thinking, but I admire its determination against the odds, its valiant effort in hopeless circumstances, and its pretty flowers.

Categories: Alaska

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  1. In my opinion, we get about two weeks of spring and two weeks of fall. That’s it. Those seasons just don’t last.

    The old joke is: Name the four seasons in Alaska.

    June, July, August, and Winter.