I’ve been gone the last two weekends
No time in the garden.
It takes a lot to get me out of the garden
Two fall weekends in a row.
But a visit with Harper & Henry
And the out-of-state wedding
Of a dear friend’s son.
Leaving me out of the garden.
While we were gone
We got a big rain
Six inches of rain
To be exact.
So the ground is just right
For fall rituals.
Pulling up spent Cockscomb
And just generally puttering around.
This is the time of year
Where the present
And the future meet.
In the garden.
Spring flowering bulbs
Have started to arrive.
Though the soil isn’t quite cool enough
To bury them yet.
My potting bench is covered with
Little containers of seeds.
Glimpses of things to come.
And the Dahlias hit their stride.
But the action isn’t all outside
Normally this time of the year I’m making pesto.
But our hot summer
Combined with my negligence in keeping the basil from bolting
Landed me with tons of bitter basil.
So there’s no pesto this year.
Instead I’m planning to freeze
Cubes of herb butter
For winter cooking.
And the kitchen windowsill is filled with
Tomatoes in different stages of ripening.
It’s a defensive move
Against whatever four-legged devil
Is dining on my almost ripe tomatoes
They get them just before they ripen on the vine.
So I’ve figured out just how long I can leave them
Then pick them before they are stolen.
Now I don’t mind sharing a few
But they are taking more than their fair share.
You just can’t beat it
For perfect days in the garden
For relishing in a season well spent
And planning for the future