the garden beds.
have been turning chilly.
have just escaped the point of frost.
and the summer plants are calling to be harvested.
so rain boot clad.
and bucket accompanied.
i ventured out into a rainy morning.
and plucked a few final eggplants.
snipped a load of huge, veiny collards.
salvaged some green tomatoes from a weeping vine.
and pulled up all the dark red beets.
were had in excess.
oh how genuinely.
i will miss the season of harvest.