We finally broke down and turned on the heat last night. With outside temps dipping into the thirties it was getting cold inside the old homestead. The thermostat showed a chilly inside temperature of 63 when I said enough. Time to get ready for the season of big gas bills.
Outside I covered the wife’s hibiscus, which continues to bloom, but I’m not sure for much longer. I am skeptical it will survive the winter.
This picture was from last week.
My mom died on this date in 2018. I miss you Mom. I have on my phone a voice mail she left me a month or so before she died. It is nothing important, a message telling me if I want some tomatoes I could have some. I must have been coming back from a business trip. I cannot remember if I stopped by or not. I hope I did.
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