I cut back the flowers and the plants in our planting beds. It seemed much like a final farewell to summer. When I rounded the house with my bounty of leaves, stems and limbs, I spied my fall/winter garden, with the kale pushing through, the tomatoes still hanging on and a little chard reaching for the sun. It’s not quite over, I thought, the bounty. I’ll miss the long days of sun, but I welcome all that the seasons ahead hold.
I cast-on for a wool sweater, my little nod to the autumn already with us and winter ahead.