The first real freeze has arrived.  Migrant birds have fled to warmer roosts. The last rose of summer is on the kitchen table, and the banana trees have turned to mush.  A quartet of large bullfrogs still put in occasional, quiet appearances at the edge of the pond.  A family of deer wanders through shortly after dusk each evening.  This week we’ll pull the annual herbs, put the hardy herbs to bed and make  wreaths of the bay laurel.  The grounds are settling in for the late fall in all its golden glory.  Oh, and yes, we did carve!