Frosted brussels sprout leaf

Frosted brussels sprout leaf

My blog tonight is about Two Things.

#1:  Preparations for my next trip. To visit the firstborn son out in San Diego.

#2:  Frost.

Which one shall we discuss first?

REALLY Frosted Brussels.

REALLY Frosted Brussels.

When talking with my son a few hours ago he said, “I can’t believe how much my friends from the  Midwest are complaining about the weather!”

The poor lad has been settled in the southern reaches of California for the past two or three years, so he’s already forgotten our Midwestern suffering when Summer departs and autumn settles in with her icy grip.  He’s living in a place that basically lingers at 70 degrees, year round.  Can we imagine that?  No, we can not.

Frosted lawn

Frosted lawn

However, I am happy to announce, I will finally get to visit his un-frosted home next month!  For the cost of an airplane ticket of $354, the blog will now travel to sunny San Diego in mid November to visit the first born son.  (Yes, yes, I know some of you are shaking your heads muttering “Didn’t she just get back from a trip?  Didn’t she just go to Georgia?  How can she afford that? Is she rich or something?”)  The answer is, sadly, No.  But happily, her dream is to travel at least five to six times a year to visit beloved family members spread across the U.S. of A.  And, happily, this dream has been realized this year.  Thanks to two part-time jobs which allow flexibility.  And she hasn’t been out to visit dear Christopher yet.  It’s more than Time.

Very limpid squash just before their ultimate demise

Very limpid squash just before their ultimate demise

Christopher began to share his plans for our Outdoor Adventures in San Diego.  We would start with Balboa Park and go here and there, and here and there, and here and there.  My legs suddenly started aching and I hadn’t even left the living room.  “Umm,” I ventured softly, “You know I’m not in as good of shape as you are…”

Meaning, Mama can’t run a mile.  And if we walk five miles, she might immediately require a Nap.

“Well!” he replied cheerfully, “You have a month to get in shape!”

Squash harvest

Squash harvest

So today’s Outdoor Activity involved some snappy walking up the road in the rain.  Quick, quick, quick!  Run a little, will ya?  Let’s get those muscles moving!  San Diego here we come!  Move a bit more quickly, can you?  Don’t mind the drizzling rain and cold! 

See, here’s the thing about going outdoors every day for 365 days.  (Lean closer now; I’m confessing something.)  You don’t necessarily get in shape. Burn calories or anything.  Especially if you have a camera and like to dally slowly looking for close-up intimate photos.  You can’t necessarily walk for ten miles without huffing and puffing.

It's possible to survive frost.  Ask the black-eyed Susans.

It's possible to survive frost. Ask the black-eyed Susans.

The muscles may get a little workout from hauling squash vines out of the garden.  Or pulling up frosted tomato vines.  But not much.

I have tried to imagine living on a land that doesn’t frost, a place where snow refuses to fall.  A climate which remains tepid year-round.  A landscape of desert and Pacific surf.  It’s so different from our place in the woods where seasons shift like clock-work turning from frigid to warm to frost to snow.  There’s always something new here, something different.  I love the changes; the dance of it all!

But don’t get me wrong.  Just because you love a place doesn’t mean you don’t want to visit OTHER places.  Especially places where family live, less than $400 away.

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