“But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.”
-  Robert Finch

I’m kind of feeling the same way today, after spending a few hours harvesting the last of my potatoes (half of which were dinner), along with several pounds of runner beans and my onions.   I figured out what my mystery plant is.   I dug them up and it appears this is garlic so I am going to save and plant them.

I’ve decided that I want a Ginkgo tree.  I was given a seedling this spring but I lost it so I’ll be on the lookout for more seeds soon.  I don’t know where I’m going to put it mind you.  Mom, do you think it would fit where that dying Maple is?