Grounded

I spent the afternoon in my garden, pretty much putting it to bed for the season. The air was brisk, but the sun was shining, and it was still warm enough for me to work in my t-shirt. I always feel a little sad to pull living plants from the ground and throw them on the compost heap, but it was time. And, in consolation, I left with 15 pounds of sweet potatoes, lots of peppers, some tomatillos, a quart of green tomatoes, and half a pound of tiny little heirloom shell beans, sun-dried in their pods.

For so many reasons, both told and untold, this was not the best season of our nine so far, but I am not unsatisfied.