
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
~George Eliot

I spent yesterday with the bees and a little butterfly. Billy took the child along with him to run some errands and left me home to (finally) work in the garden before the ground freezes and it is too late to plant the spring bulbs.
So there we were, just the bees and me. They pollinated the mums while I gathered seeds for next year. They talked of their winter plans while I quietly listened to their chatter, wondering at what fun they must be having on one of their last work days of the year. And then a little butterfly joined in on the bees fun. It jumped softly from flower to flower, soaking in the sun and sipping the nectar from the mums. I wanted to talk to her but she was so distracted by her own thoughts that I let her be.
While they giggled and buzzed about their work, I pulled up the gladiolus bulbs to dry out for the winter and planted tulips and daffodils with a few iris inbetween. I wish it didn't take all winter for them to grow but this spring should be colorful and exciting. I beheaded the marigolds to save the seeds for next summer and gathered the basil and nasturtuim seeds. I churned the veggie garden, mixing in the tomatoes I didn't get to in time and the rest of the compost we have been decomposing.
All the while the sun kissed my neck and warmed my back.




