the asters are blowing the signal of the last of the flowering, the things I love the best about the year. I hate digging up the tomato beds. I feel like I’m betraying them as they keep forcing out more fruit even though it’s 32 out. :/
“Everything in life is like a dance with strangers,
right from the start
your heart is waiting...
you never fall in love without a little danger
we stumble around to the music playing...”
Update: I decided not to pull out all of the tomatoes. I clipped them back significantly, almost to stalks. I unplanted all of the herbs; they are delicate and Big Delicious Planet in Chicago has (the best lunch ever) a huge, raised garden and in talking to the main gardener there, learned they transplant their herbs indoors for the winter. Hence the pic below, in the basement. They were 2 to a pot, for space conservation. The basement is not just for tornados anymore!
“Everything in life is like a dance with strangers,
right from the start
your heart is waiting...
you never fall in love without a little danger
we stumble around to the music playing...”
Update: I decided not to pull out all of the tomatoes. I clipped them back significantly, almost to stalks. I unplanted all of the herbs; they are delicate and Big Delicious Planet in Chicago has (the best lunch ever) a huge, raised garden and in talking to the main gardener there, learned they transplant their herbs indoors for the winter. Hence the pic below, in the basement. They were 2 to a pot, for space conservation. The basement is not just for tornados anymore!
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