{ one of my dwarf crape myrtles} The cold blew in hard this week. One day we had a mild, cozy fall day of 70°F, and the next day we were waking up to temps hovering around 30°F with a high of only 40°F. It was a shock, but honestly, I welcomed it. There’s something about that first real hit of winter air that slows me down in the best way. It makes me want simple meals, simple days, simple projects, and slower living. We used the last bits of warmth to tidy up the yard and handle all the outdoor faucets, ours and Papaw’s. He was released from the hospital late last week and now has daily rehab. He’s still a fall risk, so they’re requiring 21 days of rehab to help build his strength back up. If I’m being honest, though… I think the whole hospital stay was a miracle in disguise. While he was there, they discovered his blood pressure was 279/110 . They had a really hard time getting it under control, but he’s now on medication and doing so much better. At first, they thought he might need...