I've been having a hard time making a peaceful transition into autumn. A couple of weeks ago our temperatures dropped about 40 degrees. And we went from wearing bathing suits and sleeveless tops to wool socks and knit hats. Pretty much overnight.
Ellen and I spent an afternoon out in the garden today. She was gathering a little of this and a little of that for her soup (which, she informed me, contained only three edible ingredients); and I was picking basil while noticing how our plants have weathered the cold, wind, rain, and hail.
Tucked away, under the withering stalks and yellowing leaves, there is still an incredible amount of color out there. And beauty.
The garden, it seems, is letting go gracefully. A skill I think I'll be learning forever.
Love the added puppy picture. I'm always so prone to rushing the end of the garden. Always ready to "get things cleaned up". But it's almost October and we're still picking peppers here. What a crazy year.
ReplyDeleteYes—peppers still!
DeleteThank you for including a picture of Ms. Nancy Pants Lou Ann Ford on your blog!
ReplyDeleteWhy, certainly. She is such a darling.
ReplyDeleteSo artful!!! I love these blogs and love your thoughts. Bisous dear Zane.
ReplyDeleteMerci, Chérie!
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