Harvest.

[from Saturday]

It's one of those dreary, horrible Saturdays because it's raining outside.
Except it isn't. It may be cold and dark outside but it sure is warm and cheery inside.
The roommates decided to go all out on a southern comfort style breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes, grits and all. I had to leave early to go celebrate my dad's birthday at a buffet. Sigh. I and my little bellow are not made for buffets.

The seasons changed so quickly. I was wearing tanktops last week and suddenly the sky remembered it was suppose to be fall and began to mourn the end of summer by sending down tears of rain. The sky wasn't whimpering tears, it was bawling.

But rain also means life (or green things).
My stepmother's tomato plants use to be wee weed-like beings and now they have transformed into bushes bearing little beings of life. I hope my herb plants can be just as fruitful.