Seasonal change

🍁 Waiting for Fall (and Breathing Through It)

I write this with a wad of tissues beside the keyboard and a nose that’s been personally cursed by ragweed. After checking the garden and playing ball with Gimli, I’m sneezing like I fell into a pepper factory. He’s unfazed. I’m wrecked. The land is shifting.

Even with watering eyes and a pollen-drenched breeze, I love this change. Fall is my season—my escape from summer’s sweaty grip. The air is different now: crisp, golden, and full of promise.

The raised beds are still holding their breath. I hesitate to plant fall veggies too soon. One rogue 95° day and it’s bolting season. But inside the house, seedlings wait like hopeful little spells—broccoli, kale, maybe a few cool season herbs—ready to meet the soil when the time is right.

This is the dance of Central Texas gardening: 🌱 patience, pollen, and a little bit of faith.

And a lot of tissues.