Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

November Garden

Despite a couple of cold days, this November has been especially warm. Until a few days ago, flowers still  bloomed, including this rose—a slip of which I brought from Mama's yard in 1999.

Along the same wall as the rose, the Rose of Sharon bushes have lost their leaves, but marigolds kept blooming.

A closer view:

A profusion of mums by the gazebo held on:

But the vegetable gardens are gone. Recently I ate the last of the peppers from the little vegetable garden. Everything else, except for a few gone-to-seed onions, is history.

Two weeks ago, the lower garden looked like this—a tangle of tomato vines and peppers and weeds.

My husband bush-hogged over it . . .

. . . and it soon looked like this:

Then he tilled it . . .

. . . until it looked like this:

So has does my garden grow? It doesn't. Check back in the spring.

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