Fall and the Flowers that can handle it.  I’ve always loved Chrysanthemums because they were the only flower in bloom outside during my birthday season, and our mother had large bushes of orange mums growing in front of our house. They also have the word ‘mum’ in their name, and our mum was a great mum. I’m enjoying seeing their hearty colors everywhere these days and thinking of her.     I suppose it’s human to search for

  It’s a drizzly overcast day with a chilly night coming on, and time for all of the basil to be dug out of the garden and processed.  I’ll be up to my elbows in pesto of course, but I’ve been wanting to try herb salts all summer so this will be the day.     I was amazed at how green it is even after drying in the oven.  That color will be especially appreciated in the winter days

…or “How the North Got Its Own Balsamic Flavor” . . This is about those ideas, the little tidbits that you hear in passing, those half-overheard conversations on a bus, that can change your way of thinking.  A small suggestion riding the radio waves when you’re barely listening, lightly washes ashore, letting you see that it can become one of your mainstays, one of your staples.   Gotta love those sneaky little ideas.   I was driving home from work