I’m just in from scouting the gardens for flowers to liven
up the house on this gray day. A couple of weeks ago we were supposed to have a
hard frost so I picked and cut every living tomato, pepper, flower and herb
that I thought could be harmed. The frost did come but it didn’t get
everything. I now have a few late-season zinnias in one vase and a single, pink
rose surrounded by lavender in another.
There are also blooms on one of the tomato plants.
As always, nature is unpredictable. One of the things I love
about gardening is that it keeps me in touch with what’s going on in the world
outside my door. When a gray day with no sunshine comes along, it’s easy to
work inside with a hot cup of tea and feel content. But stepping out the door
to feel the wind against my face and to hear the leaves crunch underfoot
heightens all my senses, even when I’m back inside.
As the days get colder, don’t be a wimp. Breathe in that air
(unless it’s going to make you sneeze) and commit to memory. When the ground is
white, you’ll be happy to think once again about these days of fall, even the
gray ones.
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