We had, what seemed like, the longest summer ever here. I had myself convinced that it truly never would end. That we could go on eating from our garden through the holidays, into the new year and right up through the blooming of the tulips. Silly me.
When it rains here, the skies remain dark gray, from sun up to sun down, for several days on end. Then on that final day of a storm, the clouds begin to part and blue sky emerges, framed by puffy white clouds, for about 1 or 2 days, and then the dark skies, and cold and damp returns.
Knowing what we will have, soon, has made me absolutely force myself to be outside all that I can this month. One daughter and I rearranged the deck furniture just for this purpose. We placed the table and chairs right where the low angle of the sun will descend during the lunch hour for this month. She's home on Tuesdays and Thursdays this quarter. So, the two of us have our lunch on the deck, when the weather cooperates. I've been watching a spider spin his web this past month. He's preparing for winter, too.
In addition, the garden has needed my attention, love and hard work.
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dill seeds for baking dilly bread this winter |
I've been collecting seeds (for planting and cooking).
I have harvested and stored away many of the food stuffs from our little garden.
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I had hoped to find prettier pots for the rosemary, but these will do for winter |
I dug and potted two young rosemary bushes. I brought these inside for winter this year. I lost my rosemary two years ago due to freezing. Decided it would be better not to take any chances this year, with such young plants.
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geranium cuttings to make baby plants |
I've taken cuttings off of my favorite geraniums, to root for planting next spring.
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my pink geraniums, two pots worth, to overwinter in the living room window |
I've brought all of the lovely flowering pots that I can, into the indoor warmth of my house. Some of these I brought in just so I can prolong the feeling of summer a few weeks longer. Others I brought into the house, to overwinter, so they can cheat death and bloom another summer.
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my Mother's Day dahlia tubers, kept dry, in the garage, until spring planting |
And I dug the tubers from some beautiful flowers, to be held in darkness through winter, until the soil has warmed enough for replanting.
And now I wait. All is done. What needed to be, is now under cover. I can rest, knowing I have done what I can to prepare my garden for the coming rain and gray.