Is it over yet?

Perhaps I was a bit hasty.

Seems that Tuesday night's frost didn't really take out anything but the hosta and hydrangea leaves. Guess I'll have to wait a while longer to put the garden to bed. (I just read anyway that you should wait until you've had three hard freezes before you put leaf mulch on your perennials or they may not be dormant and you can actually smother them.)

I'm just SO ready to be done for the year. (Is it bad for me to say that?) I'd like to be able to move on to other things -- like turkey and pumpkin pie and buying gifts for the grandkids.

This is nothing new. I always need a couple of months to regroup; to let reality sink into the recesses of my mind and the rosy glow of optimism to bubble back up to the surface.

Once that happens, and visions of hollyhocks and roses overpower the lingering odor of BenGay, I'll be ready to sink my fingers into the soil once more.