Whew… The past two weeks have been just amazingly overwhelming. Children off to school, crazy schedules, weddings, anniversaries, cars breaking down and of course Cleveland weather threatening to destroy the garden in preparation for yet another winter. All in all, this schedule has made me lax in how often I have posted (and I must apologize). And there is so much to post… A few more tomato tasting need to go up, a review of how string up tomatoes worked out for me, bitching about the weather (frost warnings tonight ) and new how to video that is sitting half done on my computer. So much to do and never enough time to do it.
We are in the final stretch here, folks. Mother Nature is evicting Summer and Fall is sitting on the porch with his bags ready to unpack. Yesterday I watch a rain of leave from the black walnuts in our back yard flutter past my back door. The dogwood is tinged with red. And today I was forced to use my 4 year old’s tummy to warm my chilled hands. These are all sure signs that the garden will be dead in two weeks time, maybe less.
How unfair is that? I suppose not at all, really. I do live in Cleveland after all. It is not like cold is not expected. But every year I feel it come earlier and stays later, but this is not the case. The seasons march on as they always have. We march on with them, retreating to seed catalogs and gardening magazines to satisfy the yearning for sun and dirt when the weather takes from us what we love to do most.