Never be so sure.
It's been softly warm. There are many bees enjoying late flowers.
I only picked a few. That's purple basil and pineapple sage up top.
The deer ate the Japanese Indigo down to stubs. I'd given up on that. Tonight there is a freeze watch. But there has been no frost yet. Seems there was time for a bit more growth.
Nothing like a patch of fertile earth. And seeds.
SEEDS are promises.
I was out and around yesterday. Off to the local market. I attempted more conversation that usual, friendly hellos.
"What an election, I'm exhausted...", I used that hoping to pull folks out of their shell. Most just grunted and moved on. A small quiet Spanish speaking girl at the check out. Our eyes met. Moments later she spoke. "Are you happy with the result?" I shook my head. She put a few apples in my cloth bag. "You?" She looked down and shook here head.
And older man behind me on line. "Well, I voted for Trump." We all smiled.
I took a few steps toward the door. As she packed his groceries I heard him say. Quietly. I'm sorry.
I cried again.
Time for needle and thread.