The garden came late this year….school was back in,(we ended late and started early)….the tomatoes had a blush in early September….an odd season for this gardener! Stormy was doing ok, but it was hard to leave her after coddling and tending and snuggling….
As much as I adore teaching, returning to school this year left me conflicted. It was the start of my 22nd year, but my heart was calling me elsewhere….to the garden…to the camera strung around my neck….to the notebook filled with essays and articles...
Everything happened at once….several blogs featuring my essays and photos, my first magazine feature….yet time was now coveted….every second spoken for….
….I would grab the camera after school, throw on my boots, and head to the garden….literally for 20 minutes….then back to the house to tidy up, start dinner, and check in with the kids….
A jolly game of pass with a football left my husband feeling less than well, only to be followed by weeks of stress, and finally the diagnosis of heart blockages, followed by procedures, and pain, and discomfort, and a husband that is still not feeling himself….
….and then suddenly the leaves were changing, and my favorite flip flops weren't at the door anymore….a symbol not only of warmer temps, but of a freedom I felt was lost as the temps dropped….
And so I succumbed to the seasons and what I had no control over, and enjoyed my garden even as the blossoms began to fade…..
I drank in the zinnias colors and textures so wholly….their petals played a symphony upon my heart as I photographed their last days….
The hibiscus….generally short-lived was showy for weeks….birthed from an overabundance of snow last winter….
The gourds and pumpkins did well….the squash faltered…and failed….
The garden reached its peak, delivering mason jars spilled over with color in late October….
….and in the midst of the whirl of diagnoses and vegetables, and goblins and gouls….I continued my attempts at yummy tasting gluten -free baked goods….
My Muck boots protected me from deer ticks and the damp grass and mud of autumn...
and a barren apple tree produced its first fruit in 2 years….food for the deer…..much
better than my hostas!
And just when I thought the last season was the one closest to my heart….
….and endless counters full of tomatoes brought a new joy to me.
I chased the sunset at the lighthouse...
…and wrapped the corn husks to the porch….
And now it is winter, and we are about to have a snowstorm!
I won't post photos from the last few weeks….you have seen them….
….instead, I will end my review of 2013 with a gentle blending of flora and fauna…
what may appear as flowers and feathers in a blue jar, delights my senses, brings a crooked smile to my lips, and gives me hope for the future.
Stay tuned on New Year's Day for a special post!
Enjoy your New Year's Eve safely, wherever you may be.