From a distance...

From a distance this garden looks fine. Up close, things are dying and it is painfully obvious. The tomatoes that ripen are split by the next days rains. The beans are hanging on their tee pee with the sad look of yellow leaves. The pathway has a million little starts in it from the more active seeders. The rock boarder is sadly overgrown with grass that is constantly too wet to mow. Always wet, always yellowing and old... the late fall garden can't really be weeded due to the constant damp of the air, and of course, the simi-constant pelting rain. But from a distance...

It always feels like a death, watching the garden go pear shaped like this. Sad, in a way, that another years harvest is over, and happy in a way, because I enjoy being inside. I like my cup of tea hot, and my sweaters wool. I like it cold. But for gardening? The season ended so fast this year. I am loving my hot cup of something and my knee high socks, but I miss my garden already.