People, it is getting cold outside. And the sun is dipping way too close to the horizon during my commute home. In less than a month it will be pitch black when I arrive at my doorstep around 6 p.m.
Knowing that I won’t be able to see ANYTHING during my commute for the next six months, I am stocking up on imagery of growing stuff while I still can. These are from my bus stop on Wacker Drive yesterday.
If you are looking for me today, I will be at Daley Plaza, crying into a pile of Honeycrisp apples. Maybe I will buy some pumpkin whoopie pies from the Amish stand to ease my pain. And maybe some cider. And a caramel apple. And some peanut brittle.
On second thought, who am I kidding? Cold weather means food galore. I will trade my blossoms for butter. My sunlight for the oven light. Who needs the warmth of summer when you can have pie? Yes, I will be thrilled when spring is here again. I will once again flip out when I see the first sprout. But for now, I think I am ready to say my goodbyes.