My brain has been taken over by gardening catalogs. I am ashamed to say how much time I have spent looking and figuring. I usually scorn cook’s garden because of the Park’s connection, but I want the Borlotto Pole Beans and the Erbetta.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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