Over the past week to 10 days, I’ve been putting my garden to bed. Nothing left but a few lettuce plants grown for the fall. And a few clumps of hardy flowers. All else is dirt-brown or getting close. My asparagus is the current king of the plot. 200 sq feet of ferns just now beginning to shed their chlorophyll.
All gone but.for the canned tomatoes, a freezer full of stuff. Dried herbs, cut flowers, dry arrangements. The point of it all.
I’ve noticed here in SW PA that mums seem to be more brilliant. I’ve never included them in my garden, but I’m just getting started in retirement to develop a good all around the house thing. It’s inspiring to see it.
I’m astounded at my pot of chrysanthemums. They’ve hung in there and sort of existed for a couple of years. This year they’ve about tripled in size in spite of three plus weeks of evacuation and no water, and this week three days without power, which means no water. They’re blooming like crazy. Everything else is limp, dead or dying.
“As we act, let us not become the evil that we deplore.” Barbara Lee
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