I've been reading with interest all the msgs about putting the garden to bed. This is a fun time of year - hauling manure into the garden, spreading bark mulch over thick layers of papers, clearing out the ragged perennials and annuals. Nothing at this point is pressed by time - I can putter around and let my chores lead me around. Nothing to pick except when I want to eat it - carrots, beets and collards. Nothing to plant - garlic is already in and I'm laying off the bulbs for awhile. Getting bulb catalogs addressed to "groundskeeper" was enough to let me know I was overdoing it. Too early to transplant the things I plan to move. All the tender perennials all tucked away in their straw blankets. I have projects waiting but I have the entire winter to work on them. No mowing required every weekend when I'd rather be doing something else. I forget the pressure that growing puts on us in the garden and can truly enjoy getting to know my soil again. Does anyone else get this sort of peace from this time of year? Teressa in rainy, but frostless, NW Washington.