Here's the only rose left on my rose bush. Abbie wanted to pick it, but I told her we should leave it be, so we could come back tomorrow and see it. Roses always remind me of my mom, as she has these two huge rose bushes. Totally wild, in the sense that there are no dainty trelises or neat beds that contain them. Just a rambling, tangled mess of beautiful blossoms that smelled absolutely blissful on humid summer nights.
While we weren't able to have any peaches this year, one of our pear trees is pretty loaded. They're not quite ready yet, but maybe by next week, we'll be able to pick them. (By "we", I mean my husband, since most of them are really high up, and I don't see myself balancing on a ladder any time soon). If you have any pear recipes, I would love to hear them!
I do believe autumn is my most favorite season! What are you looking foward to in the coming weeks?