The weather throughout this season has been so mild and with an end of surprising color. I see again why I planted goldflame spirea and even the maples in the field gave forth a deep oranged-yellow and long lasting display. I think we are often more thankful when taken by surprise with the gifts of a season. It is like we are viewing the old pleasures with new eyes and sensitivities to their life enriching beauty.
I was talking with a fellow gardener who, like me, still has some last minute plants to get in the ground – plants that we kept alive all late summer believing we would soon get to some quality gardening time. We commiserated together and encouraged one another to “git ‘er done” this weekend. Better than fighting the shopping crowds in both our books. I felt better knowing I wasn’t the only one with willing gardening spirit, but weak flesh. I refuse to waste any of what I purchased,though – if I don’t get them all in today or tomorrow I will temporarily winter them over in the veggie garden, heeled in and mulched for spring planting. Well… better to get out there and work while the weather is willing than sit here and blog. Will catch up on that later this week.
Hope everyone had as peaceful and delicious a Thanksgiving as I did!
Indian summer is that last bit of grace… that harvest bonus of warm sunshine , clear bracing breezes, and crispy leaves, before the long haul of winters onslaught. How thankful one can be in such circumstances.
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