the turning of the seasons

In case Thanksgiving wasn't a sufficient season-marker, we have another sign that winter is coming. First frost was Friday night, and it's forecast to get below freezing every night for at least the next week.

So I drained the rain-barrel, and drained the garden-hoses, and picked the last raspberry and the last few dozen Thai chili peppers, and denuded the basil plants of leaves (on the assumption that they'll die off in the next week anyway). Probably should have done all these things the day before first frost, rather than the day after, but that's life.