It's autumn in my Obama garden.The okra still blooms, high enough that its pods loom out of reach. A few eggplants, purple streaked with green, remain to be picked. The tomatoes turn pale red, then stop. After an experimental dig, I'm thinking that the crisp green sprigged carrot crop is all top with no bottom, but I'll know for sure in a few weeks. A fountain of purple and green foliage promises a rich crop of sweet potatoes. Already I have clipped some tomato plants to ground level. Dropped tomatoes, tattered bits of fabric ties, sneaky maple seedlings and weakened newspaper mulch show. I think I should feel sadness as the garden winds toward winter, but my mind leaps to next year. No carrots, more broccoli, maybe some squash, tomatoes (of course), okra, perhaps zucchini, and possibly watermelon. I hope the garden enjoys its rest. Next spring, it's back to work.
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