memento

By memento

Late night in the garden of good and bad

When September passes its mid-point, my attention turns to putting the garden to rest and easing into the season I call "the summer wind-down." I use the words 'easing' and 'wind down' to denote how much I would like Fall to stick around as long as possible, given that I love it more than any of the seasons with perhaps the exception of Spring...I even love the endless raking of leaves.

Part of the seasonal tucking in of the garden is taking notes of how everything did: some things grew like wildfire, others just feebly chugged along, making a valiant effort. Some looked glamorous for a while and then flopped over or became gangly. I'll consider moving a few but I have no compunction about kicking the losers off the team next year: that means digging them up and giving them away.

Part of preparing for winter is ensuring that everything is well watered, plump and healthy, so they can survive the bone-crushing, moisture-leaching temperatures we endure here...that was my task today. These miniscule water droplets clung to the tall switch grass after I turned the sprinkler off in the dark.

This grass was my very first blip, almost a year ago.

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