gifts from the garden

"A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year"

William Longgood

It seems that my very humble and modest vegetable garden just doesn't want to give up its grasp on summer, and is still gifting me with tomatoes.  I don't make a big deal out of the vegetables. I always put in the same easy growers year after year: tomatoes, squash, zucchini, sometimes peppers or eggplant, and some garlic (left over from last year).  I spend much more time fussing over the flowers,but when it comes right down to it, I am always deeply grateful for any veggies that make their appearance in spite of my failure to weed or water with any kind of regularity.

In the spring, there's such energy, you can almost hear the vegetables growing.  Right now, everything is fading, and mellowing.  There's a stillness and a grace to my unkempt little patch of soil.

A few morning glories wind around the tomato plants.  You didn't think this was an efficient, practical kind of place, did you?  It's so not.

It feels like the garden is suspended, waiting for the first frost.  I am too.  Im also waiting for my first bite of this.  

Thank you, modest little garden (full of weeds) for this last (and much appreciated) harvest.  And there I go talking to my plants again.