As I pulled up limp tomato vines and dragged them to the burn pile, I thought how soon it will again be spring. The soil beneath the vines looked so loose and dark, I was almost tempted to find some seeds to plant.
But I have to be patient.
I used to think there was a long time separating seed time from planting time, but now that I'm getting older and the wheels of time need someone to give them a speeding ticket, I know it won't be long until springtime comes back around.
The seasons turn, turn, turn, of that we can rest assured. That's one certainty in this crazy world, and one I find encouraging.
A couple of nights ago, in a rush to beat the first hard freeze, I picked a couple of bucketsful of green tomatoes from the hoop house-just in case it got cold enough to freeze the tomatoes. It didn't, but I didn't want to take chances because fried green tomatoes are too good to waste.
Because it gets dark so early these days, I was forced inside at a decent hour, so I took the opportunity to fry up some of those green tomatoes. Boy, were they tasty after a day of working in the fresh air!
Earlier in the day, I came across my appropriately-named beautyberry shrub. Is she not a sight to behold?
All the grasses, even this little short stuff, are seedy and interesting-looking right now. The berries below are almost black.
I leave a lot of the seedy stuff for the birds. I mean, my husband keeps their feeders filled, but they can browse from nature's snack bar too.
Who wouldn't want to, with these cute little morsels to tempt them?
Love this.
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