I do not like to leave my Garden
My last rose bouquet from my garden.
This past growing season was much too short.
We will have a frost while we are away.
The Sugarhat Cabbage will get sweeter.
We'll make Sauerkraut when we get back.
The potatoes need a light frost to set their skins
and so will the Lakota Squash.
We have a new Rooster (friends gave him to us, he was supposed to be a hen chicken)...he is the silliest looking Rooster we have ever had. Not even our pretty hens liked him at first. But he sports a very nice crow, not too loud and not too early in the morning.
And he is friendly.
I hope that:
Our house sitters, from the big city, won't mind the rooster crowing at 4 o'clock in the morning,
Stanley, our old gentleman cat, will not bring mice and voles to the front door,
That the chickens will not go into a molt, I have promised our friends fresh chicken eggs every morning,
That the frost will be light so our house guests can enjoy the bounty of the garden and flowers to bring into the house.
This will be an easy trip for us. We fly non stop to Paris. A car will be waiting for us. We will head for the Champagne Region, then the Alsace, then Germany and Austria and then, finally, to my second most favorite place in the World, Italy.
You wonder what my most favorite place is in the world?
The Great United States of America, of course.
My dear Blogging Friends, you have been so generous with your lovely comments and good wishes.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Wish I could take all of you with me.
Until next time, Auf Wiedersehen.