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While friends and family in Minnesota get out their sleds and send snippets of madly grinning reindeer in response to the seven-plus inches of snow they got yesterday, I continue to play frost roulette with my garden, hoping that the tomatoes and peppers will ripen some more before I have to bring them in.
There are so many shades of green and red to enjoy right now. With the Christmas (aka Prairie Fire) peppers, waiting out the shift from orange to red has become a daily exercise in patience for me. Many of the peppers are red enough for cooking, but holding off harvesting until they deepen from, say, mere or Mandarin Red to Fiery Red or High Risk Red has been satisfying. The dried pepper wreath is coming along.
Autumn Sky Poetry Daily published "What I've Been Trying to Tell You about Dancing" last week.
Speaking of dancing, I attended a Philadelphia-area Zoom social earlier tonight. Here's some of the dancers demonstrating "Red and All Red," a dance from 1757:
There are so many shades of green and red to enjoy right now. With the Christmas (aka Prairie Fire) peppers, waiting out the shift from orange to red has become a daily exercise in patience for me. Many of the peppers are red enough for cooking, but holding off harvesting until they deepen from, say, mere or Mandarin Red to Fiery Red or High Risk Red has been satisfying. The dried pepper wreath is coming along.
Autumn Sky Poetry Daily published "What I've Been Trying to Tell You about Dancing" last week.
Speaking of dancing, I attended a Philadelphia-area Zoom social earlier tonight. Here's some of the dancers demonstrating "Red and All Red," a dance from 1757:
