Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I surrender …

to my age, to my physical condition, to the nature of the putting-the-garden-to-bed beast.

This is not going to be a one-day job. This is more than likely going to be a two-week job at my current rate of progress.

Sunday I took the fence down. Monday I pulled the tomato stakes. Yesterday I pulled the tomato vines and hauled them to the woods.

Today? I'm the designated driver for my husband's eye doctor appointment. In Charleston, WV (a two-hour, one-way drive). The appointment card actually says "Bring a driver," and since our dog Hershey can't drive, I'm it. No garden work today.

When I pulled those vines yesterday I just couldn't help picking the almost-ripe and larger-sized green tomatoes. I now have a large brown grocery bag more than half full of ripening Romas.

The daily walk continues, today will be the 20th day. Not sure if I'm going to get it done before we leave or while he's waiting for and seeing the doctor. The office is a block away from the mall in downtown Charleston, which would definitely offer a change of scenery from gorgeous mountains and wildlife. I'm not sure it's all that great a trade-off, though.

See what I mean? Seriously, how can a window display of winter boots compare to this?