Today, I uprooted the tomato plants. We’ve had a couple of overnight frosts, and it was time to say good-bye.
I’ve put this off much too long, figuring I’d be depressed to see the empty planters. Instead, the bare soil is not so much a bitter ending but more of a promise for next year.
I also put fall arrangements in the flower boxes at Edgewater and even mowed just about all of the back yard. The cleanup was a lot less work than I’d figured. There’s still more to do, but at least the yard is useable in the unlikely event that my grandchildren decided they wanted to go outside to play.
James and I were joking about this the other day. He’s the only one who cares to join me when I’m doing yardwork, and we were speculating that maybe the other two stay inside because they’re scared that an elephant is going to appear out of nowhere and trample them.