Fall in the Garden

Cleaning up the garden today. Removed the tomato vines but able still to eat grape tomatoes as I removed the vines. A few red ones left, untouched by frost on the inside of the vines. Pulled out the squash vines. Emptied the dirt from containers. One more day left of clean up. Fortunately, we have an extended season this fall. However, we desperately need some rain. I need to carry some buckets of water.

Still had time to plant a few more tulips and iris. I figured as long as I could get a shovel into the ground, it wasn’t too late.


The spirit of gardening

Antonia lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one’s breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions…It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races.”
-Willa Cather, My Antonia