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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.

If we last into November without a hard frost, there will be many more handfuls of berries to pick.

If we last into November without a hard frost, there will be many more handfuls of berries to pick.

This isn't all of the flowers that will be taken to Chatham this weekend...more red dahlias to be picked tomorrow!

This isn't all of the flowers that will be taken to Chatham this weekend...more red dahlias to be picked tomorrow!

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