I was going to write about the garlic I planted this week. But I woke up to a frosty world and couldn’t resist stepping outside in my nightclothes and garden clogs (fortunately my neighbors are not early risers) and recording the event. November 7th is a little late for the first hard frost of the season in Emmaus. I expect I will have a week, maybe two, or arugula left. I will so miss my arugula.
A fallen leaf is icily glued to silver sage.
I think I will try letting this parsley self-sow next year. I'll report back.
Soon I will pile a layer of straw on my spinach seedlings. It is so worth the time it takes to plant spinach in September. The best spring spinach comes from a September planting! Do you see the rose thorns? They kept my neighbor's cat (whom I consider an ally--she's an excellent mouser) from digging up my seeds.
Cilantro, so tender and full of grace. She leans into the dance.
Just look at the little icy rods. Isn't water beautiful?
Garlic is in the ground; spinach has firmly rooted. My 30-year old grapefruit seedling that has never flowered is indoors. Beauty and Hope, the gardener's driving forces, are alive in all seasons.
Great Pictures! It was amazingly white here at the farm this morning too. I explained to the girls that while it wasn't our first frost, it was the first killing frost, wiping out the last of the annuals. Later in the day, Amarynth was telling someone how we had a killer frost last night. Totally killer, Ams!
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