The temperature has dropped. The forecast calls for rain. This is not gardening weather.
Don’t get me wrong, I got a good bit of weeding done in the 24 hours of lovely weather we had this weekend, but I am a realist. I see the writing on the wall. Fall is coming and my plants darn well know it. The last of my tomatoes plants just refuse to give up a ripe tomato and the mums are whoring themselves all over my front lawn.
*sigh* This was my grand experiment and it became something other than I meant it to be and, frankly, now that Summer has rolled over in bed and informed me that she is leaving me (for some rowdy Ozzies no less) I am not sure what I will be doing with this space until she comes to her senses and returns.
Thing is, I don’t want it to go away. I become a rather miserable person in the winter. Trapped in my house with nothing but some rather low maintenance houseplants to entertain me. It is kind of like going from being the captain of the cheerleading squad and ending up being the water girl for the math club. Winter just sucks.
What do I do with myself? I just don’t know. All I know is that my husband is desperately looking to see if the mental health clause of our health insurance would cover a basement hydroponics setup. That is a bad sign. My husband doesn’t dread PMS, he dreads garden withdrawal.
What do the rest of you do when you put your yards and garden blogs to bed? Or are you just lucky enough to have really comprehensive health insurance?