To everything there is a season. This is my fall garden.
The season is coming to a close. But my flowers are giving it everything they’ve got for this last little bit until the snow flies. My potager stands lovely in the face of winter. It’s incredible to me how the flowers will keep bringing beauty to the farm though summer is long behind us. My rosemary is blooming like crazy. The snapdragons are a wiry, colorful mess and the zinnias. God bless the zinnais. Some are over five feet tall. Proud as can be. They aren’t going down without a fight.
Tomorrow the girls and I will gather all the final blooms of calendula and nasturtiums for our flower pepper recipe, we’ll dig the potatoes, grab what seed pods we can and we will till the whole thing under with next year’s garden hanging out in the unknown. Will we move? When will we move? Will it be worth it to put all that effort in?
I hate not knowing.
But I’m going to try to set all that self inflicted mental stress aside and focus on other things. Baking, the blog, sewing, the last of the baby weight. That is the ONE good thing about winter. The gardener in me gets a break and I can finally pursue my other interests…
That is, until I get the urge to start my seedlings :).
P.S. When the garden winds down, the gardener has time to read. What does she want to read (besides Outlander of course?) THIS is my favorite, text book on gardening. Miss Potter and I are surely kindred spirits when it comes to the love for all things dirt and seeds. No doubt you will enjoy it too.