I told my Garden it was Fall….

But it begged me to let it grow just a few more weeks.

“Well,”  I said in my sensible mother voice, “the first frost is coming soon and I need to get you ready for winter.”

“But look, I’m still growing tomatoes,”  it whispered.

“And the okra is still blooming”

As I looked around, I saw the corn has started to silk,

And the peppers had done gone crazy.

“May we please grow just a little longer?” it said sweetly.

I thought about the horrible heat they had to endure this summer.  I thought about the plague of grasshoppers that ate their leaves.  I thought about the rain that didn’t fall to feed them.

“Ok,” I conceded.  “You can grow for just a few more weeks.”

I’m such a softy.

About the blonde gardener

I'm an Arkansas girl born and raised. I garden in the beautiful Northwest part of the state (zone 6b or 7) surrounded by the Ozark Mountains. My favorite part about the area is we have 4 distinct seasons and are able to enjoy a variety of activities. My main passion is gardening but I also enjoy hiking, birding, 4-wheeling and motorcycle trips. Basically anything outside. Thanks for stopping by! Brenda
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6 Responses to I told my Garden it was Fall….

  1. Who could say no to such a sweet garden?

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  2. I smiled as I read this! Precious!

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  3. I’ve nominated your blog for a Sunshine Award. If you enjoy this sort of thing, feel free to keep it going, if not, that’s fine too. To learn about the award, check out my blog entry tomorrow.

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