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.

Reminds me of Monsoon Wedding. These marigolds are living their last days, and will be replaced by piles of snow soon enough.
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.


















































