Report From PIA – October 9
There are days that my garden makes me feel like the wealthiest woman on earth.
If I went into the supermarket produce section and saw only a handful of green beans, a couple of tiny zucchini squash and a bunch of basil, I’d think that the store was poorly stocked and leave. Yet the same amount of produce from my garden seems like treasure on this creeping-toward-the-middle-of-October day.
At this time of year, each night without frost seems like a gift, and the sunny, 65-degree days the most luxuriant of temperatures. Being able to still pick the produce we’ll eat for dinner just before I cook it is heaven.
The handful of raspberries picked before leaving the garden are stolen rubies. And a garage filled with flowers, waiting to be used for Noah and Wan Yi’s wedding on Sunday? Priceless.