Though I always wish spring and autumn lasted longer, each year;
I am not one to lament the the change of seasons.
Hubbs, on the other hand, feels a touch of melancholy
at the end of each summer.
Me? I am energized by the prospect of autumn and all of the lovely things
that accompany this time of year.
I tell you this because each spring I have grand plans for the garden.
Those plans always include an autumn garden filled with new
cool weather veggies.
But each late summer, as the heat drags on into early autumn,
and food preservation hits a frenzy,
I am much less enthusiastic about getting back out into the soil
for another go-round.
Yes... now you know it... I am a failed autumn gardener...
who is more enthusiastic about fires, and pumpkins, and sweaters,
and crunch leaves than I am about a continuation
of weeding, watering, and all of the tasks that accompany a garden.
Don't get me wrong...
dreams of gardening is what gets me through the winter.
But, autumn gardening? Not my passion.
I need to hire myself an autumn gardener.
Because... it would be lovely to continue to have homegrown veggies
to nourish us.
I just can't seem to push myself in that direction.
No, I'd rather bake, and sew, and knit...