I’m always a little conflicted when it comes to my garden at this time of the year. Part of me is relieved that it’s done for the season, because as much as I enjoy the fruits (and vegetables 😉 ) of my labour, it’s a lot of work.
Another part of me, however, is sad to see it come to an end. I have a hard time pulling out the last few plants that cling as stubbornly to summer-past as I do, and there’s a bleakness to the cold, empty soil that feels like a harbinger of the winter to come. And yes, I really do wax this poetic in my thoughts as I go about the last of the season’s chores. Blame the writer in me. 😉
When all is said and done, though, winter will come whether I (or the plants) want it to or not. It’s consistent that way sigh.
And so, holding firmly to the promise of spring, I do what needs to be done…raking, cutting back, tugging out, clearing up, gathering the last of the harvest, and offering a silent word of thanks for all that I’ve received. 🙂