Putting the Garden to Bed

by Alanna

Under an intense blue sky

My garden disappears

With each whack of the machete

As I work I discover monstrous cucumbers

Submerged in dying vines like green submarines

And overlooked onions hiding below the straw

The parsnips pull out of the ground reluctantly as always

Sadly too mature to be good eating

As my armloads of spent foliage build up the compost pile

I sigh with memories of sweet tomatoes

And savory salads

I leave the dried heads of the sunflowers standing

For the chickadees’ delight

 

also published as part of the post “The Day Before Halloween” on byalannapass.com

 

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