I truly felt for Tammy when she reported snow. Winter has its place, but October ain't it. By this evening, it had moved east--a wet snow was falling as I drove home from work. I went out to the garden and picked all the hot peppers that were still on the plants. It was a pretty good harvest. We'll have a few fresh; the rest I'll dry. One this grey gloomy evening, their fresh greens and vibrant reds are a lingering remnant of a summer that brushed by us only briefly. Poster Edges and desaturating the basket make the colors sing.