I’ve often wondered
What my garden would be like
If I lived in a place
Where it doesn’t freeze.
Would my garden just keep going
Or would it give itself it’s own “time out”?
Put itself to sleep?
Now I know.
Here we are in the middle of November
And still no freeze.
Not even a hard frost.
My garden has slowly
I’ve made my last arrangements for church.
Cassidy & Sloan helped me pick all the green tomatoes.
Who knew they doubled as sun glasses!
Pesto is made
And the peppers have been picked.
Some are drying
Others are seeded and frozen.
Most of the bulbs are in the ground
But there are still blooms.
This is the one time of the year
That annuals in my garden
Show more colors than the perennials.
It’s made for a very confused front door.
Next to fall’s pumpkins
And if you look closely.
You’ll see the Christmas lights
Have been put in place
By the very busy light installers.
I’ve often said that I like living in a place
With four distinct seasons.
I learn something from each season
Patience waiting for it all to begin in the spring.
Perseverance in the heat of the summer.
And appreciating the glory of fall’s slower pace.
Even winter – my least favorite – has it’s moments.
And on this weekend of sadness around the world.
I know from the winters of my life
That light will overtake the darkness.
See you in the spring.