Ending again like so many beginnings and endings.
Shedding skin can be as easy as the castings of the sacred serpent.
Letting go…. accepting like the sunrise and sunset, bud swell to bloom. The leaves fluttered to the ground today.
Ending again like so many beginnings and endings.
Shedding skin can be as easy as the castings of the sacred serpent.
Letting go…. accepting like the sunrise and sunset, bud swell to bloom. The leaves fluttered to the ground today.
The plants are tired. They have funneled their energy into growth and beauty all summer long. Now it’s time to start resting. The golden days of October, the grand finale! I love this time of the year. I tried to slow down today like the plants.
OK, I said that I would report the progress of growing potatoes in a box. (There are pictures of the potato box in earlier posts.) And I gallantly said “I graciously allow failure in my garden because some times you just have to try and see what happens. Well, this was not the season for this experiment. We had tons of rain in the spring and summer and the stems that we continued to bury rotted. I’m still not done with this experiment. Next year I’ll try again. Beannie helped us look for potatoes. We were disappointed and he was disappointed.

Here are some photos of where the garden is at this time.
The garden is an extension of our home, window within, windows without.
This is my first year growing figs. I had never tasted a fresh raw fig, OH wow what a special fruit.
I love sunflowers. This sunflower is giant. She has smiled over our garden all summer and now at this time of harvest, she is burdened by the weight of her head. The birds have been feeding from her seeds. She has gifted us all season long.
Time to check in on the potato box, four boards high, plants growing. Red potatoes are blooming!
Because it’s never a good idea to plant sun-loving plants in the shade, the garden is in the front yard. What a conversation “peace”. Neighbors walk by and stop to talk or gawk, always lots of questions and thoughts. And as they walk away, they have visions of gardens dancing around in their heads like sugar plums.