It was the weekend of the great dismantling.
No frost, but the cold night air cast a wintry spell, blighting the angel's trumpets and withering the hibiscus buds before they had a chance to unfurl....
It was time.
Time to uproot the pineapple lilies and sever the "Black Magic" leaves from the elephant ear bulbs...
Time to pick the last, barely ripe Meyer lemon...
Time to haul the olive tree inside...and scrub the moss from the implacable lady's bosom...
Time to wash out the big pots...
Time to tuck the canna and the frangipani into fresh dirt for a long winter's rest...
Time to sleep...
Except for the pineapple sage, persistently erupting with red blossoms, even as the autumn leaves fall.
Comments (2)
it is interesting to think of the different stages of gardening. and not think of summer as being the main event. but the prep, and clean out, etc.... as its own unique and celebrated part of it all !!!!
profound ... everything is the main event.
Posted by marie | November 23, 2010 10:19 PM
Posted on November 23, 2010 22:19
It's connected, I think, to the ever elusive "goal" of living in the moment. So hard to do, but, when it happens, so very fulfilling.
Posted by courtenay | November 24, 2010 6:43 PM
Posted on November 24, 2010 18:43