I thought this was wonderful and very thoughtful but I LOVE the Fall...love it....and I thought I would embrace the seasonal transition.
But last week I was picking the last of the tomatoes and a wave of sadness came over me. One of my favorite things was hanging in the garden with Samantha watching by, sitting in her Radio Flyer wagon. I think she loved it as much as I did.
It made me sad that we won't grow another garden together; so sad that I drew myself a hot bath and had a little cry fest. Actually I am a fan of the cry fest, I am always feel better, a little cleansed, tired and at peace. I sat in the tub until my feet were raisins.
But now that I have come to this conclusion, I want this year's garden to be done, over....I am now ready for another season, a little change, a step forward. My sad tomato plants are hanging on by a teeny tiny thread....they are ready too.
As luck would have it, our autumn has been historically hot. I feel obligated to go out and water our sad little plants as they cling the last remnants of Summer.....producing teeny, wimpy fruits.
I need a good crisp Fall. I need a cleansing cold. I need to say goodbye to my tomatoes. Mr. Frost is a tad tardy.