There comes a time each season when you must decide which of the plants needs to go. Some of the tomatoes were ripped out this weekend to make room for the next lot - garlic and red cabbage and celery, fingers crossed. Nights are cool, especially after the rain we caught the edge of recently. Summer's nearly done.
It's not easy to make this mind of mine quiet, but I swear, I'm going to keep trying. The brief glimpses of what it's like to be properly still I've been learning feel good. Really good. I like to think that gardening is an act of meditation, the photography, in a way, too. In Bali, the women made incredible flower mandalas each morning. Wonderful things, quiet meditations on nature. Just my thing.