I am not ready for the flowers to be gone.
I am not usually this sentimental about my growing seasons. The only time I usually feel this way is when a baby is on the way and I am waiting. I never have my babies before their due dates and carry them well into 42 weeks. My gardens are a beautiful distraction.
But, here I am. There is no baby due. There is no need for floral distractions.
Yet, I disapprove of the cold coming to put my gardens to bed.
So, I bring some inside to make it last a little longer…