Yesterday I cleaned up the garden, I had helpers. The fence that protects the garden from the chickens and sheep had only been down for a few hours when the word got out. The hens took over the garden. They came to follow the rototiller, forming a conga line, dancing, and scratching. The remnants of the summer’s harvest are gone. Lime has been spread. The blueberries have pine needle mulch to add acidity to the soil. I miss fresh tomatoes already. I miss peppers, green beans, and zucchini. What happened to summer? Hopefully the first seed catalog will get here soon. It’s never too early to plan for spring. Next year I have intentions to put in rain barrels, a small pond, and arbor. What was the road to Hell paved with?

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