Why does it always catch me by surprise? I should know by now that still, clear nights in October are potentials. So gone is the lingering basil ... the dozen or so tomatoes ... the dahlias. And like someone who was standing partly on shore and partly still in the water of a summer garden, I am now firmly on shore. Any reluctance to put the garden to bed, has vanished and I am now in earnest on the other side of summer. *sigh*
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