Ever been to a county fair where the only tomato entries were green tomatoes? Noone had ripe ones up here. I’m not sure mine will ever get riipe. We’re due for another cold spell. And some of the potatoes at the fair were the size of golf balls. My flowers are blooming beautifully, though! And speaking of lawns that aren’t lawns. We live in town, but a botanist would have a field day in the mown “grass” in our alley, and the back yards there. A partial list: Heal All, Shepherd’s Purse, plaintain, dandelions (of course), Bellflowered Bedstraw, a tiny Forget-me-not, sheep sorrel, a tiny crucifer, horseweed, and others I have either forgotten or haven’t identified. Some would be taller if they weren’t mowed. So taking the dogs for their morning walk becomes an interesting botanical study! Wonder if there would be any green left if someone used weed and feed on them. May your lawn be thick and wonderful.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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