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Sad Goodbye to my Garden

Time to mention a passing - that is, the final passing of my garden.  Now that we are into fall and colder temps at night, it was time to say goodbye to my vegetable plants.  So - yesterday, I took most of the plants out of their respective pots, and emptied all the soil.  They are now all piled up on the outside curb waiting to be taken away by the garbage man.  Other than some remaining perennials (e.g. my chives and my strawberry plants), all my other garden plants are now no longer with us.  My balcony feels terribly bare, and I confess to being just a little bit verklemfpt.  It was a great run, though. I went into this goal thinking it would be great if just one plant worked out ok.  Who knew it would be so successful and that I would turn out to have a green thumb?  And who knew it would turn out to be such a blessing and help me learn so much (and not just about gardens)?

I still have my begonia, which I re-potted and dead-headed, as well as my geranium, which all of a sudden has burst forth into glorious color.  Inge gave me a lovely aloe vera plant as a housewarming gift, which I re-potted and put next to the dining room window.  I almost can't wait to burn my finger or get a sunburn.  And Chunhee gave me a beautiful pot of Gerber Daisies, which I still need to re-pot (kind of ran out of soil and pots), and can hopefully keep going through fall and winter.

Of course, the success I had this summer has kind of created a monster.  I only have 6 months to start planning for next year's garden. Guess I'd better get on it!

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