A Beginning

Summer is gone, but progress was made. The garden is more understanding of our needs than ever; the asparagus bed is tidy; the raspberry patch gave up a bountiful crop. The lilies have all moved to their final home, the bindweed (or as I like to call it, Satan's weed) has been driven back from or garden, and the rose and lilac are thriving in the newfound sunlight. All in all, summer has been good.

Today was a hearth day. Spearmint clippings were hung in the dinning room; the seeds of remaining stalks were spread over the unused field where they may find the freedom our small garden cannot allow. The dried mullein leaves were ground and jarred. This will be a great help when those body-wracking winter coughs set in.