Melancholy, because, of course, this is the end. So long, summer. It was a great season. The summer was full of tomatoes, lettuce, and beans. Caterpillars, butterflies, dragonflies, toads, and even feral cats adopted our garden this year. I hope it was as welcoming to them as it has been to us.
I’ll miss sitting on the garden bench, sweaty, dirty, and sore after a morning of digging and weeding. The satisfaction that comes from a few hours of battling clay, stubborn sod, and tree roots is something that only gardeners can understand. It’s the same tired you feel after good sex — worn out, but oh, so satisfied. No wonder gardening is so addictive.
So, I’ll miss my summer garden. But now I have a whole fall and winter to plan and scheme, and dream of next year’s abundance.