The eclectic gardener confesses: “I admit to engaging in a bit of shameless crowing. A ripe tomato in June!” But she makes up for it by sharing her guidelines for “the particular style of understatement peculiar to gardeners.” I have to admit I’m not very good at understatement. But at least I’ve never cackled.
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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