It would have been ideal to have posted this before Thanksgiving, which is when this happened. This is the last round-up of veggies and seasonal annuals harvested from a garden before I began my grocery shopping for the Thanksgiving holiday. And before the cold snap. Peppers: jalapenos, green Bell, banana, green tomatoes galore, lemon cucumbers shape-shifting into pumpkins, those citrusy smelling marigolds, trombetta squash, and rhubarb. I forget the variety. I am hoping it’s not too late to dig up the scented geraniums, pot them, and bring them inside for winter.
The last harvest is a ritual I welcome. It’s a time to sort and assess, make notes for the garden to come. Nothing urgent is happening. We “lean” into the gifts of winter: cinnamon-colored bark of my newly planted oak-leaf maple, the fire-red stems of dogwood – some, I have rooted first in water or simply stuck in the damp earth. It’s time for new forms. I just picked up some Euonymous ‘Greenspire” to use as a solid evergreen centerpiece for some holiday containers across town. I think I will plant one in my front yard this week. Our front garden bed, as I look out our dining room window looks sparse. The rich green color and upright habit of the Euonymous ( I love saying this word. Spelling – not so much) will give me something to work with throughout the year. However, I think winter is it’s season to shine.
I have other tasks: move the compost bin, untangle some Christmas lights so I can be-dazzle our two Monterey cypresses, contribute to the leaf mulch pile, start forcing narcissus. I am confident there is more…
Welcome sweet winter and your offerings. Remind us to sit tight and relish the warmth that comes from the heart and home.