At 06:27 PM 10/13/97 -0400, you wrote: >The intro from the New York George reminded me of a discussion we had on >Gardens some time ago. There are those, like NY George, who wish it was >spring already and who would probably be happy in Louisiana with our other >George who can garden most of the year. Then there are those, like myself, >who would probably have to pack in gardening altogether if I didn't get >some time to rest, and think, and once in a great while read something >other than gardening books and magazines. I'm not on Gardens because there >is no time whatsoever in the growing season for me to deal with the volume. >No, I'm not sorry to see another season come to an end. I really enjoy the >changes, the reevaluation I do in the Fall, the thinking over of plans for >next year during the winter, the catalogs I can read by the wood burning >stove, the renewing of ties to friends and family I badly neglect from >April through November. No, I'm pooped and glad it's time to put everything >to bed. The garden is too big by far already and I know it is just going to >get bigger, so rest we must for yet another growing season; that is, after >we plant the garlic, the dozen trees I grew from cuttings and seed, and all >the bulbs, then weed the beds, add compost, sawdust, and mulch and mulch >and mulch. > > It will be Thanksgiving before it's done, before we are done in. and ready >to use the dried materials for wreaths and arrangements for gifts for >Christmas. Before you know it the catalogs have piled up and you're >gardening again in your head. I need winter by then so I can really vej. >Erich thinks I should deal with the snow so he can rest, but I'm the big >planner, he the big mover. Not all in life is fair. Didn't mean to go on >like this, but there you have it, my unsolicited views on not gardening all >year. Can't wait to hear your responses...Cheryl > >Cheryl Schaefer, Schaefer Yarns >Beautiful hand painted fibers >schaefer@epix.net >Zone 5 in the fabulous Finger Lakes of NY > We also have a slack season in SW Louisiana, it's called August. Too damned hot for anything to grow but chiles and they don't require a lot of care, just a dab of water now and again. We sit in the house looking out of the patio doors and wishing it would cool down a bit. Now it's October and the temp outside is 62F at the moment with a drizzling rain falling and 57F expected for tomorrow. Talked to Momma on the phone, she's in Tejas taking a seminar in design, and made sure she had her woolies and long pants with her. Dog misses her something terrible but is starting to adjust. Yes, there's a season for everything, even in the South. George