Monday, October 17, 2011

The Realization

As I stood in the garden, wearing long underwear, a sweatshirt, a jacket and gloves, digging potatoes, I realized that winter was coming, whether I left potatoes in the ground or not.

The tomatoes that I was still picking would succumb to frost, as would the lettuce and basil.

I could capture these whispers of summer, but I need to finish up the chores of fall -- the final grass mowing, the cleaning out of the garden, the barn cleaning.

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