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.
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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