It is late October. The garden is fading fast. I was out looking at what I need to start pruning back and found that my buddies the bees are working long and hard hours to get ready for the cold weather that is coming - I think this weekend. Some of you, Cromwell, will be so happy when the blooms no longer consume my days. But I will mourn their passing as this has become one of the huge joys of my life. There is a special peace for me in the garden.
