Soon it will be time to put my gardens to bed for the winter. Fall is always a little sad for me. I must let go of the abundant and lush growing time of summer. The light diminishes. The warmth of the sun gives way to cool gray. There is something satisfying, though, about having the crops harvested and processed. The tomato vines are on the compost pile but the green tomatoes will ripen slowly on the bench for us to enjoy well into January. Canning, drying, freezing and fermenting are done. Now all that remains is to plant the bulbs and with them, lie in hope of spring. In quiet reflection I will let the rotting compost of my time of enrichment become nourishment for the next season of growing.

large leaf maple

large leaf maple

beautiful flowers

beautiful flowers

my favorite tulip

my favorite tulip

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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