I went outside this morning to gather herbs for a morning cooking project and I was struck by its state. Outside is mildly cold and wet, and my garden melded into the pleasant rounded grayness. My garden says so much about me. Here we are in the end of October and I am content to let the plants sit and do a little more growing, even though there is not nearly enough sun to ripen the green tomatoes that still hang on the vines. I guess a more avid, 'proper' gardener would have ripped the plants from the ground at this point and added something to the soil in preparation for next year. I just let the plants be, and consider the garden as an experiment, just to see what will happen. I tend to value pondering influences and outcomes over outer appearances. Yet, I also admit I tend to not take care of fine details in lieu of having lots of things going on simultaneously.
It matters to me that I was able to put fresh (and a little old) basil and thyme and rosemary and parsley into my food today. Yum.
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