If you're in Chicago, you know that summer is long gone (did it ever really arrive?) and fall is underway.
This early in the season it is easy to enjoy the chill in the air while pulling out the jeans and fleeces. I have an uncontrollable urge to go apple picking. The crockpot has come out to play. My husband and I spent several hours Sunday cleaning, organizing and starting to get settled into the house for the winter.
And while early fall is fine, we all know what's coming. Freezing temperatures, days when you never see the sun and that mind-numbing malaise of February and March when you "just don't know if I'm going to be able to make it" and "can't imagine why anyone would live here".
But, there is a bright spot, a small, shining red beacon of hope to help us through the long, cold winter. Sinfully seductive and worth all the effort it requires.
The pomegranate is back.